<p>
	<img alt="" src="{filedir_5}Micorps 1.jpg" style="width: 250px; height: 188px; float: right;" />When I was little, my neighborhood friends and I would sneak away from our houses just after lunch, traverse down the wooded bluffs and spend the afternoon exploring the nooks and crannies of the nearby Willow River. Barefoot and sunburned, we would wade up the stream in search of wildlife.&nbsp; In all of our rumpus and commotion we didn&rsquo;t usually see much and as the sun&rsquo;s angle neared the tree tops, we would let the current deliver us back to our starting point and rush to be home before dinner.</p>
