Outside Adventure to the Max

I have never seen a river that I could not love," wrote Canadian writer and conservationist Roderick Haig-Brown, "Moving water...h...

  Many a time I have merely closed my eyes at the end of yet another trouble some day and soaked my bruised psyche in wild water, rivers rem...

Many a time I have merely closed my eyes at the end of yet another trouble some day and soaked my bruised psyche in wild water, rivers re...

                            “Water is the driving force of all nature.” Leonardo da Vinci A wave of storms has battered the Pacific coa...

As I approached the lake, the first thing that hit me is the size of the gaping gully a hundred or so yards below the boat ramp. We had al...

                                        Lake Natoma  Rivers are the primal highways of life. From the crack of time, they had borne m...

“As we passed on, it seemed as if those scenes of visionary enchantment would never have an end.” --Meriwether Lewis I have always found...

    I have come to regard November as the older, harder man's October. I appreciate the early darkness and cooler temperatures. It p...

The river called. The call is the thundering rumble of distant rapids, the intimate roar of white water . . . a primeval summons to prim...

Where the river ends...The North Fork of the American River flowing into Folsom Lake  All my paddling books were written about 15 years ...