{"id":27,"date":"2006-10-26T08:29:23","date_gmt":"2006-10-26T12:29:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/locustfork.net\/southerner.net\/?p=27"},"modified":"2012-08-03T07:02:56","modified_gmt":"2012-08-03T07:02:56","slug":"fighting-the-catawba-river-in-north-carolina","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.southerner.net\/blog\/2006\/10\/26\/fighting-the-catawba-river-in-north-carolina\/","title":{"rendered":"Fighting The Catawba River in North Carolina"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Photo by Glynn Wilson<\/p>\n<table width=\"504\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.locustfork.net\/blog\/catawba_river2b.jpg?resize=504%2C335\" alt=\"catawba_river2b.jpg\" width=\"504\" height=\"335\" border=\"1\" \/><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td>Peak autumn color photos from the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.catawbariverkeeper.org\/\">Catawba River<\/a> in Marion, North Carolina.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p><strong>by Glynn Wilson<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>MARION, N.C., Oct. 22 &#8211; It was about 3 p.m. Eastern Time when I finally got the boat in the water after a buffet lunch downtown in what used to be an old hotel back in prohibition days. With the gear all loaded up for what was supposed to be a two or three hour meandering float, I got about 10 yards down the Catawba River and hit the first shallow shoals and the strongest current from Highway 70 to Lake James.<\/p>\n<p>Before I could get my dumbass fully oriented to the strange stream that should have been a cake walk in a canoe, I got tangled in the current next to several downed trees in the water. In other words, I busted my ass and got wet.<\/p>\n<p>But did I pull out and give up? Not a chance.<\/p>\n<p>I grabbed the dry bag with the digital camera and other crucial supplies inside, including a dry lighter and the inspiration, along with one of the two paddles. And with only one boat shoe left, I turned the canoe over on a log and got all the water out then shoved off into mid-stream and took off.<\/p>\n<p>For the first mile and a half it was nip and tuck and stay on your toes and paddle and steer over the shoals in the fast current and around the snake-like bends in the river.<\/p>\n<p>Twice I had to lift my weight off the seat and scoot over the rocks, keeping the canoe straight all along to avoid getting turned sidways in the current. Once I had to put my right foot out of the boat (the one with the rubber water shoe) and push off to get going again.<\/p>\n<p>The first wildlife I encountered was what I call an ugly duck. It was black with a white face and this gnarly red thing on its head, sort of like a chicken. If it wasn&#8217;t so late, I would Google the species and provide a link. Ugly sucker. He floated along with us for awhile.<\/p>\n<p>When the river finally slowed down enough to relax and break out the camera, two pairs of mallards took off in front of us on every turn, along with a couple of great blue herons. It was as if we were chasing the fish down stream into their path.<\/p>\n<p>At one point we (the boat and me) scared off a cooper&#8217;s hawk and a great blue fishing the same hole.<\/p>\n<p>Two river otters showed up on the trip. The second one came running down a beach and dove into the water in front of the boat, then aimed his head in the water right at me and started complaining like a damn squirrel. Not knowing if he might try to jump in the boat and get personal, I stopped taking pictures and started paddling. He went down and swam under the boat, then came out behind me with a splash. But when I tried to make a stream u-eee, he disappeared.<\/p>\n<p>At the downstream end of one of the campgrounds along the river, a German shepherd dove in and chased me down stream for a ways. He couldn&#8217;t keep up.<\/p>\n<p>As the river got wider and deeper and slowed down and got closer to the lake, the bends became covered in autumn color, yellow, gold and red, with some left-over green mixed in. It was hard to keep paddling, even knowing the sun was going down by 7 p.m. and even soaking wet from the cold Blue Ridge mountain water.<\/p>\n<p>These are only a couple of the more than 200 photos. Now if only I could get this slide show function in Adobe Photoshop to work, I could show you them all<\/p>\n<p>The trains are still running through the pass, but the wind has picked up and it&#8217;s growing almost too cold for the smoking porch. Guess I&#8217;ll knock back one more Yuengling (yes, they even sell it in Marion, but not in the grocery store since it&#8217;s a semi-dry county) and kick back with Cody the dog for the night.<\/p>\n<p>On Monday, the plan is to mine for gold and shoot aerial photos of the peak color from a small airplane. If it looks from the air anything like what it looked like in a van on the Blue Ridge Parkway or a canoe on the Catawba River, it&#8217;s about the most beautiful thing I&#8217;ve ever seen in nature.<\/p>\n<p>And that includes the beach in October&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Photo by Glynn Wilson<\/p>\n<table width=\"504\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.locustfork.net\/blog\/water_color1.jpg?resize=504%2C335\" alt=\"water_color1.jpg\" width=\"504\" height=\"335\" border=\"1\" \/><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td>The Catawba River is the place to be this time of year, if you chase art on water&#8230;<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Photo by Glynn Wilson Peak autumn color photos from the Catawba River in Marion, North Carolina. by Glynn Wilson MARION, N.C., Oct. 22 &#8211; It was about 3 p.m. Eastern Time when I finally got the boat in the water&hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"more-link-p\"><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"http:\/\/www.southerner.net\/blog\/2006\/10\/26\/fighting-the-catawba-river-in-north-carolina\/\">Read more &rarr;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[22],"tags":[515],"class_list":["post-27","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-secret-vistas","tag-catawba-river"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2zaJq-r","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.southerner.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.southerner.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.southerner.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.southerner.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.southerner.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=27"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.southerner.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4119,"href":"http:\/\/www.southerner.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27\/revisions\/4119"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.southerner.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.southerner.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.southerner.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}