Fourth of July weekend saw me planning a journey to the New River. Last year, I trekked towards the New with a clan from CCT and Todd and Mark, and had a blast whitewater rafting.
This year, I was invited to go canoe camping down the Upper New River with some of the usual suspects seen in previous episodes such as the Mullica River canoe camping excursion of 2000. But it rained so much over the weekend prior, and there was such a big hurricane blowing over the Atlantic that the flow in the New was absurd (50,000 cfs or so, a sick amount of water).
With level heads, we decided two hours before leaving that trying the New would be somewhere between stupid and suicidal. The veterans of East Coast whitewater in our group (Mark, Bob and John) settled on central-western Virginia and the James River watershed.
'Tis beatiful water, that of the James in its headwaters. Meandering, shady, with a few minor rapids to get the heart pumping and with high mountains, rocky cliffs, and the occasional babbling brook, there was enough stunning scenery to keep us entertained for three days. We managed to avoid thunderstorms all three days, and stayed with our stuff relatively dry, our food well cooked, and our nights starry and cool.
Not many complaints. Must do something like this again.