Cacapon

I remember running this stretch in the fall of 1971, on a CCA trip. There must have been >100 boats on the river, on a rainy warm fall day, with the sodden smell of decaying leaves and a river running full and turbid. I have never forgotten that trip--the last time I paddled with my father before he died--and though I live far far away now, I hope someday to run it again--perhaps with my son.