There are days when we feel particularly puny. There are days when nature muscles the man or woman out of the picture and pushes us to the high ground, away from the suddenly fierce river with its ocean waves and homicidal roar. Places you waded in summer are four feet under. Heavy rain of two days turns to big water for a week. It floods the rivers above its banks. It comes from everywhere. It sneaks in from the mountain in white cascades among the green understory. It rushes in from creeks and licks and runs and culverts. It swells in volume and speed. You cannot float. You cannot fish. You cannot do anything but watch in awe. 

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Dan Rodricks is a former long-time columnist for The Baltimore Sun, winner of numerous national and regional journalism awards, a radio and TV personality, podcaster and fly angler. His narrative memoir, "Father's Day Creek," was published in May 2019 by Apprentice House at Loyola University Maryland.

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    1. Sorry. This is out in southwestern Pennsylvania, photos of the Youghiogheny River, a creek in the Laurel Highlands and, closer to home, the Potomac River near Harper’s Ferry.

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