Rivers

I want to cliff jump into the Mad, where the Vermont locals cheered me on to overcome my nervousness.

I want to freshen up in the Ottauquechee after opting to sleep in the woods instead of the Woodstock hotel.

I want to step across the shaky rope bridge over the Red to reach the Natural Bridge of Kentucky.

I want to find that ladder in the upstate New York forest that took me underground, where the subterranean river was shallow enough to wade in for a mile.

I want to sit on a branch where I can read books above the Charles.

I want to paddle down the Allagash until I can see Canada from Maine.