There is something undeniably special about floating a river. Your perspective changes as you slip quietly down stream.
You glide easily from place to place, anticipating the next riffle, the next flat, the next tailout. Because no footsteps foretell your approach, you see more wildlife - not just as they avoid your presence, but as they live their lives.
After awhile, you realize that you have left the rushing onslaught of daily life behind and in its place there is only the river and the trout.
