The Walk
It’s getting up
before the sun.
The only sound
is coffee brewing
for the road.
It was Halloween, 2018, a Wednesday.
I’m not much for playing dress up, but it was a fine day for waders.
It was expected to reach 60 degrees in Iowa’s Driftless Area, quite possibly the last unseasonably warm day of the year up there, which meant brown trout would be rising on Waterloo Creek.
My fishing buddy (and colleague), David Poyzer, and I hit the road hours before first light.
It’s the drive
from Des Moines.
The countryside,
small towns and
conversations about
adventures to have
an