Boat ramp on the Bourbeuse at I44 and US50 near Union, MO.

“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.” – Anne Bradstreet

Listen!  Can you hear that?  It is the sound of a riffle on the river resonating throughout the silence of early morning.  It is calling me.  Taunting me. Temptation is alive within the very veins that deliver the blood needed to sustain my life.  My heart rate speeds up as I realize that warmer weather is around the corner.  Oh how I have missed the river.

Bourbeuse River

My imagination begins to work overtime.  Is it possible that the river has missed me as much as I have it?  Does it get lonely as it meanders along the countryside with no traffic upon its waters?  The life that inhabits its waters is almost dormant in an effort to conserve fat reserves until the waters become warm again and the fish have an abundant food supply.  The river waits patiently for the angler to inhabit its waters once again so it can share the beauty of Mother Nature for another cycle of life on the river.

Bourbeuse River

“A river seems a magic thing.  A magic, moving, living part of the earth itself.” – Laura Gilpin

The river waits for the grip of the icy fingers to melt back into the water between its banks.  There has been very little rainfall in the Midwest and the water levels are very low.  Old Man River hopes for some substantial rain fall to bring the water levels to normal.  Even some minor flooding is needed to purge the leaves and debris from between the banks of the river.  The river knows that heavy spring rains brings with it the chance of some major flooding.  Time will tell.

I hate to disappoint, however I am not crazy.  I know the river doesn’t miss me nor it never will.  It is kind of nice to imagine it missing me as much as I have missed it.  Thanks for taking the time to read my blog.  It is deeply appreciated.  Remember spread the love.