Introducing myself and setting the mood

I'm drawn to moving waters and I love to fish. I can't drive over a creek or river without slowing down, if I can, to look at it as a fisherman. I eagerly anticipate my first glance of the stream I'm going to wade or float. I can't wait to push the bow of my canoe into the current and feel it beging to push me downstream. Me, my canoe, the river. That's magic. If you're lucky enough to float along our rivers and streams without being interrupted by a floating drunkfest you'll have opportunities to see, smell, hear, and feel things so many other people never get to experience any longer. The next time you're in the checkout line at the grocery store ask the person behind you if they've ever floated past a bluff wall and listened to the water dripping down its moss covered face. They'll probably think you're a nut but I bet that's something they've never done and that's one of the reason's I'm writing this blog. I want to share the awe, wonder, and reverence I feel for our Ozark streams and rivers in the hope that maybe I'll convince someone who just looks at them as something you drive across to begin to look at them differently.