CADDIS DREAMS
As winter begins to fade into spring I begin to dream of those warm, sunny days of late April and early May; just before the spring sun becomes strong enough to send the first rush of melting snow coursing downstream that marks the beginning of the annual runoff. Those days hold numerous fond memories that have been forged over many years during the halcyon days before the high cold water turns the local waterways into floodways filled with flotsam swept off the sandbars and scoured from the banks.