rivers

After the Deluge

John Lane — Sun, 07 Sep 2008 13:46:07 -0400

I woke up this morning thinking about weather, the day-to-day cycles the planet throws our way in the immediate present.

I'm not talking here about climate, the long rhythms of our atmosphere, the ones the scientists are now certain are changing. I'm talking about what's happening out my window right now.

Last Child on the River

John Lane — Sat, 14 Jun 2008 07:06:21 -0400

On Wednesday we left Skull Shoals Bridge behind, three men and a child, off on a two-day adventure on the Pacolet and Broad Rivers. There would not be another bridge until we took out at Lockhart, 15 miles downstream.

What's in Your Paddleshed?

John Lane — Mon, 07 Jan 2008 10:16:00 -0500

I crave contact with the basic elements. I need mud on my boots, sun on my skin, rain on a jacket, or, better yet, water moving under a boat. Thermodynamics is fine, but gravity's the one natural law I can't seem to go too long without acknowledging.

Water Wars Brew Here

John Lane — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 06:19:55 -0500

I grew up in the 1960s, and back then the popular myths defining the American West were pretty clear-it was the land of opportunity, a region of dreams, the place those poor Southern mountaineers in "The Beverly Hillbillies" headed after they struck oil.

Summer River Scouting Trips

John Lane — Tue, 04 Sep 2007 06:32:56 -0400

The heat and drought did in my epic summer paddle to the sea, and I decided to put it off until next May. In spite of low water and 100-degree days I was able to get in three river trips and an overnight before school started.

River of the Carolinas

John Lane — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 06:35:25 -0400

This week, drought and high August temperatures pushed my chance to paddle to the sea from the upcountry back into the planning stages. I’d planned to leave this week my borrowed boat from a put-in at Cliffside, N.C., and arrive 14 days later in the Santee delta.

River of Relations

John Lane — Mon, 23 Jul 2007 14:26:29 -0400

Last Monday I drove with my friend Steve Patton 30 minutes up into North Carolina to the mill town of Cliffside. One of my eight great-grandparents, John Simeon Bradley, was born a couple of miles upstream near Henrietta, but what's more, it's where I've decided that I'll put in August 7th for my 200-mile mostly solo paddle to the sea.

Consider the Rocky-Shoals Spider Lilies

John Lane — Tue, 12 Jun 2007 06:45:05 -0400

On Memorial Day weekend we bypassed the motor boats and the barbeque and packed a picnic river lunch. We drove an hour and a half to Landsford Canal State Park on the Catawba River near Chester to finally see the famous Rocky-Shoals Spider Lilies in full bloom.

The $35 Million River

John Lane — Thu, 10 May 2007 06:01:04 -0400

The Greek philosopher Heraclitus said you can't step in the same river twice. It's taken 2500 years, but the folks up at Charlotte's U.S. Whitewater Training Center are trying to prove him wrong.

The Mighty Chinquapin

John Lane — Mon, 05 Mar 2007 08:50:27 -0500

When I was a kid growing up on the north side of Spartanburg one of the AM radio stations I listened to claimed to broadcast "from the banks of the mighty Chinquapin." It made Chinquapin Creek, the largest of Lawson's Fork's tributaries, sound like the Mississippi River.