One of the greatest blessings of fatherhood has been raising my daughter on the river, where nature itself becomes part of her story. On our journey through the majestic Gates of Lodore, surrounded by towering canyon walls and the gentle rush of water, she lost her very first tooth. As if the magic of the moment wasn’t enough, the tooth fairy found her there, under a blanket of stars, in the heart of the wilderness. It was a moment that felt timeless, a tender reminder that even in the wild, wonder and childhood joy find their way.