|Tom Sadler on the Rapidan.|
It's an old, dependable fall-back, utilized frequently after "bad" days on the water. But truthfully, it's an appropriate fall-back after days like this one. All hell broke loose the night before, unleashing a spring snowstorm on Appalachia that put the river's brookies on the bottom in what could only be described as a state of confusion. Water, while clear and cold, was uncommonly high and fast.
|The remnants of an Appalachian snowstorm.|
The day was clear and a little crisp, and even though spring is on the horizon, it felt like winter. And, with wind-blown snow clinging to the oak and hickory trunks of the thick Blue Ridge forest, it looked wintry enough.
|Swollen and cold, the Rapidan hurries off the Blue Ridge.|