The unfamiliar observer might define our “drift” as a state of movement, which is void of direction or significance. Those more informed souls, who have experienced the cadence of the oars, charm of the current, and camaraderie of fellow fly enthusiasts, will have also discovered the personal momentum found only while in adrift in a boat or raft. Though the air was cold, snow was swirling around the boat and the bite was slow—the essence of the day was a depiction of serenity.








