The clear water is liquid light, and I’m scant inches above the gravel bottom, which is zipping by in magnified detail. I duck as a low-hanging sycamore branch tries to snatch my river hat. Around the bend, a deep emerald-tinged pool provides pause. I’m smiling ear to ear and I finally remember to breathe….

Quoted from “To Heaven and Back on the Upper Jacks Fork” by Brett Dufur published in the Missouri Conservationist: April, 2013. Read More →