I rode out the Mad River boat launch in the morning.
The river was smooth as glass, perfect for a kayak or canoe.
This beautiful canoe had been around for decades. The guy in the photo restored her. I helped carry her back to a nearby truck.
On national holidays the most famous places are always crowded. This place is far from the highest peak, lowest valley or biggest waterfall. But a river runs through it.
A few hundred yards to the west, the destination for the Mad River——and all rivers.