A year ago today Gary and I canoed on the Wolf River from the River's Edge in Leeman to Koepke Park north of Shawano on an unseasonably warm day. Few migrating birds were around but we saw that old janitor of the skyways, the turkey vulture, checking out the river for winter's carcasses. Here and there, a turtle came up from the mud to see what was going on. We laid a tarp on the damp bank and sat there eating our lunch and then dozed with the warm spring sun clearing our souls.
But on this day in 2011, we are stuck inside with a snowstorm outside. It is a soup day, a nap day, a St. John's wort day, a dreaming about the river day.
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