The wind brushes through the leaves of the tall cottonwood trees growing along the riverbank. Pines and aspens dominate the not-too-distant mountainsides. What seem to be rocket-propelled sparrows are dropping within inches of the river’s surface, feeding on insects you haven’t yet identified. The river rolls by, as your hands can’t quite tie the same knots you perfected years before. And all of this before you’ve even seen the first tro... Full Story