The Beginning

Dick | NJ

No roaring rapids or soaring mountains in this one.

When we were kids, we would pile into a few canoes and float/paddle/dawdle our way down the Black River. Moving through woods, cow pastures (the cows were always a little surprised), under a highway bridge and back into the woods. Four hours of fun, secrets, laughter, and appreciation of the cool crystal clear water and gentle rapids. One of the best memories of childhood.

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