He began thinking where he was as he casts the fly rod upstream. A dream world. Not just any ole' dream world, but his dream world. Everything was as he had always imagined and hoped for. The cold, crisp waters of River Bend tickled his legs with its voice. Across the river, a trout leaped to an unknown destination. The porch of the cabin beckoned him to come and relax in the cool shade. The sun showered it's rays onto the water causing him to catch a glimpse of his own reflection. He was always a happy man when he was at his dream getaway called Creek Side