Thursday, July 18, 2013

1000ºF on the Perimeter of the Driftless

My forehead glistened before I could make it down the stairs from my apartment to my car which had spent the day baking in the public lot. The heat is oppressive. I tossed my waders in the back seat and glared at them like they were a pair of snow pants. How could I stand to put those on?