While others may be hoping for a break in the fighting in Libya, I'm glued to the weather channel waiting for a break in the weather so I can get out on a river, lake or stream. If I don't, I'll end up as crazy as the Libyan leader. The weather forecaster doesn't give me much hope, as I sit hear looking in the yard as the cold rain falls. There are some buds on the pussy willow bush, but if I remember right, I've usually cut them by this time of year, which tells me it's a late spring. Even a glass of whiskey isn't much solace on a day like this, so I've turned to looking at the photos I took last summer for a canoe/kayak guide that's coming out in May. The photos remind me of the warm days on the Pere Marquette River or of days spent kayaking along the Sleeping Bear Dunes on Lake Michigan. Guess I'll just have to wait it out.
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