Via River

Coming from the Midwest, I'm often floored by the clarity of the water and the idyllic pools that suddenly plunge off of sheer cliffs and into manky, retentive, and otherwise unpleasant hydraulics.

Friday, March 17


Long ago and far-far away, three guides, the best of friends, two beat-down vans, and a takeout on the Menominee River, Upper Michigan, 2004.