So, by now you guys are probably sick of reading me talk. Though I could probably wander off on a few more tangents about the rowing, the miles of boulder gardens and class 3-4 whitewater that wore me out, the scenic camp spots and really good silver fishing in the lower river, I’ll let a final batch of photos spell most of that out and hope that your imaginations can do the rest. Remember, be honest.






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Back to the big muddy.