A collection of photography and exploration focusing on Upstate South Carolina and beyond.
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Why is it some Indian maiden is always committing suicide for a lost love? The Appalachian Mountains are littered with the names of these unfortunate young women – Evaleka, Cateechee, Issaqueena, and Jocassee among them – or named for the event itself – Jump-Off Rock in Hendersonville and Blowing Rock as examples. This weekend Houston … Read More “Paddling Jocassee” »
I have a consistent dream. In this dream, I arrive at a small town somewhere in the mountains of North Carolina. A beautiful whitewater river flows next to the town, and artisan shops line the streets. As this dream has repeated, I have added more and more detail to the town. The main highway curves … Read More “In search of a lake” »
The horizon is suddenly much closer, and the sound of rushing water is upon you. As you approach the entrance, you look for the tongues – the flat patches that indicate where the rocks aren’t. You pull hard on the paddle, trying to stay on the line you’ve chosen and not wind up on the … Read More “Paddling in Tongues” »
No, I’m not talking about a porno film. Paul W and I decided to paddle a section of the French Broad River today. I was tired of the crowds of "float bubbas" with their inner tubes on the Green River, so another venue was in order. Specifically, I was looking for the following: 1. a … Read More “Paddling the French Broad” »
One turbine running at 100% – ideal conditions for a run down the Green. Unfortunately, hundreds of others, mainly on inner tubes, also thought so. Despite the crowds, Bob and I still had a good run. Dodging the float bubbas was not unlike my daily commute on I-85. With the fast river conditions, crowds, and … Read More “Take me to the river…” »
After running the river Saturday, I decided to check out the American Whitewater site. They have made a major overhaul of the website, with an expanded river guide with photos and video clips. It’s now an excellent resource.
Two posts in one day. Oh boy. Bob and I got to our meeting spot at the take out on the Tyger River, only to find “No Tresspassing” signs everywhere. I can understand trying to keep the random idiots off your land who want to trash the place, but I wish they could differentiate between … Read More “Enoree River Paddle” »