There’s nothing I enjoy more than drifting down a river in a little boat. On the other hand, there’s not much I enjoy less than making all of the arrangements it takes to go on such an excursion.
The blue kayak hit the silted water of the Shenandoah River with a slap, shattering the calm rustle of trees weaving under a cloud-filtered sky. I grabbed my white-finned paddle and climbed in, ...