Up A Creek
I was always curious about the creeks. Usually on the way to some stretch of the main branch we would cross any number of creeks. Some fairly large ones and lots of tiny ones. Eventually I’d seek them out. It was usually by myself on the way home from somewhere, when I could steal away for a few hours. One of the most memorable creeks I found drained into the Jordan. It was a bright morning in late July and the sun was hot. I had three hours until I was planning on meeting my family on the beach in Charlevoix. We drove separately in order to spot our car at the end of our canoe trip the next day. I had the canoe strapped on top but I wouldn’t need it here. The air was moist and I started sweating instantly upon opening my car door. The mosquitoes swarmed in. I removed my sunglasses, closed my eyes, and applied the magic. I put the little bottle in my shirt pocket for later. I grabbed the 2 piece spinning rod from the...