Years ago, I kayaked the Gauley, in central south WV. It's a beautiful, highly dangerous river which only flows once a year, when they draw down the reservoir for the winter. After a few days in what amounts to wilderness, you exit by dragging your boat up a side creek to a trailer park. Along the way, you pass all kinds of abandoned appliances, washers and the like, which had been distributed down the creek in various floods. Our shuttle driver was a nice young guy, son of a local judge who'd just gotten out of jail on a MJ charge, although he seemed to have plenty still to sell. There was no cover to change out of our river clothes. Usually, in that situation, we just tried to change as fast as possible, to keep the flash as short as possible. This then was standard practice, except in areas like the Grand Canyon, where nudity is just accepted because there's no alternative and thus no need for haste. Anyway, the judge's son advised against it. The previous week, some kayakers changing in the open had been peppered with rifle fire. I couldn't tell that he felt that it was abnormal behavior at all...
) were stuck in what appeared to be the early 1900s, and not in a good way. there were a ton of good (and half-crazy) boaters from there, though.
