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The Greenbrier is one of the only undammed rivers left in our part of the country. The second trip started on a Friday afternoon after raining all day. Expecting the worst, we were prepared for anything nature would send our way (if there is such a state of readiness). We proceeded to our drop-off point near Anthony, WV. Once we loaded our Mad River Teton, dressed in our rain gear, we set out for relaxing weekend, although the look on my wife's face was that of deja vu. As if by some miracle, the rain stopped, the clouds began to break and the sunshine even came out. Much to our amazement, this was the beginning of a great weekend.
We decided to paddle around 7 miles that afternoon, set up camp, and stay there and relax for the rest of the day and the next day as well. The campsite was opposite a great rock cliff. During the evening, we could hear the hawks and even the eagles, screeching in search of their prey. We spent some time in the cool river, soaking up the surroundings. The fishing wasn't as good as I had hoped, but this is understandable since the rain of the previous couple of days made for some murky water. Even with the popularity of this river among weekenders, we were virtually alone, with the exception of the occasional canoe quietly floating by.
On our last day, we packed our boat and proceeded downstream to the take out at a rather slow pace. I finally found a nice fishing hole and spent some time playing the game of cat and mouse. I caught a few, enough to satisfy my need to fish. As we neared the end of our relaxing journey, we were joined on the river by many day-trippers on a Sunday afternoon float. We pulled out at Caldwell, WV, packed our gear, and unfortunately, entered reality again. I must say, we will be back. And even if I don't catch a thing, it will all be worthwhile.
Just one bit of additional advice, we went during the month of August and had no problem with hitting bottom. However, this is rare. We even had a couple of Class II rapids, but the were easily navigable. Usually we would have to drag (I hate even thinking about that) our canoe in several spots.
Submitted by: Jacob White
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