In the not too distant past, I was one of those smug twenty-somethings who prided myself on walking farther, floating longer, and staying later than other anglers to get my fish.
It’s a problem…
The picture is of the good old days.
I was born in Akron Ohio in 1978, and was bathed and baptized in the Cuyahoga.
For all the time being stolen from us these days, I still find myself with plenty of time to wonder.
I have absolutely no idea where I am from.
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
Planning a fishing trip under the impetus of desperation is fool-hardy, or worse.
The drumbeat started in late July, when the first buckeye leaves browned and dropped: Time is short.
By capturing moments and memories from the river and the wild, we remind readers of our relationship with place and inspire others to find their own floodplains to explore. As the river reinvents and redefines itself day by day, season by season, it’s an open invitation for us to rethink what we thought we knew. We hope to do the same with FLOODPLAINS, providing story angles, photographs and illustrations from the outside.