Spring can be cruel. After a long winter of desperation our need to wander in the water can be foiled by her swollen clouds clinging to hillsides dispensing valley filling deluges. We complain about this bounty of water but if she shirks her role we'll be bitching come August. Always the trade offs.
Saturday night rain pounded on the skylight telegraphing the state of
rivers come morning. Sure enough, the gage reported Sunday's river at
twice normal size and it looked to be getting bigger. The Sunday sky,
clear at dawn, by noon was spitting a preamble to the showers we'll see
Read the rest of the story at Hatch Magazine
I'm going to be writing a story once a week for Hatch Magazine the next month or so. I'll publish links to that story here each week.