Cruisin' Down the New River

The day was partly sunny, the temperature in the low 70's but the people on the New River were enjoying the gentle currents as they paddled leisurely at Piney Creek heading south toward the twin Jefferson towns. Everything was peaceful, quiet, serene; even the boaters were almost silent, showing their reverence for the beauty that God had given them to enjoy. Many times as we step outside our RV, we can see a canoe or two floating by, but you very seldom even hear a voice.

I have always thought it fascinating that this river is called the New River when it is one of the oldest rivers in the world. It's also one of the most beautiful rivers that I have ever seen. I especially feel unafraid of it although I do respect all waters. In most places, the river has been found to be very shallow. In fact, there are places where one has to get out of the canoe and carry it across the rocks (this is to protect the canoe.)

Notice the Blue Ridge Mountains in the background. They were named thus because they actually look blue in the distance. These mountains are very old, very smooth, very green actually (not like the newer rugged Rockies).

What wonderful memories these families and friends are making as they paddle along together in their canoes and kayaks, a few floating on tubes. I can almost feel their smiles, their happiness, can you?