There is a perfect stream here on the edge of Montana that backs onto a ranch where I have stayed a few times. At night, you can hear the stream rushing by while you sleep. Sometimes, in the morning, you can see a bit of steam coming off it as the air adjusts. In the middle of the day, the fish are biting and there isn't another fisherman for miles. It looks like it might be easy to cross, but, believe me -- it isn't. There's a few deep pockets in there that you won't find until you're one step too late. I'll never forget the time my chest waders started filling up with cold river water. Once a little bit starts, it's a slippery slope! I also ended up doing a bit of tubing down this river too... which I'm sure was completely confusing to the fish underneath. from the blog at www.stuckincustoms.com