Finding Peace Can Be Fishy
By: Mary Richmond
All week long the weather folks had predicted a perfect spring day on the horizon, so I cleared my calendar, packed a snack and some water along with my binoculars and sketchbook and prepared to drive off shortly after dawn the next day. I slept and dreamt of wandering, then woke and hit the road. As most of you probably know, getting from here to there is fraught with utility trucks, construction cones and tr...