There are many tales I have yet to tell, but for whatever reason one of the first that comes to mind is a day on the river last spring. I took one my students, Ben, out to West Virginia to follow up on the work that Shannon and I started the year before. It was an incredibly gorgeous day, warm weather following a big rain storm the night before, right in the heart of spring.
The two of us were winding our way toward Kayford Mountain when we took a wrong turn off the interstate leading into Charleston. We ended up beside a swollen Paint Creek. I spotted a nice looking waterfall from a bend in the road, and immediately stepped on the brakes. We untied the boat, I threw on some gear, and tossed Ben the camera.
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