My birthday celebrations extended into Memorial Day when our whole crew went floating on the White River. We discovered that this river, and the Anglers White River Resort, was a cheaper, colder, and deeper alternative to floating the Buffalo or the Kings rivers which we've tried before.
We keep adding people to our family, so we have to take multiple cars now :)
The day was sunny with brilliant blue skies,
and the White River was beautiful and different than anything we had previously floated.
We rented a sturdy raft, a kayak, and a canoe
and frequently changed buddies in each watercraft.
We paused for a picnic on some flat rocks,
and the adventurers decided to jump into the cold water.
At one point, the river (which was running higher than normal) split into two streams,
we took the right fork and found an old dried up waterfall.
We pulled the vehicles up on shore and did some exploring. Benjamin unfortunately found stinging nettles, but otherwise the trek up the dry creek was uneventful.
After we began to paddle again, we heard rushing water. Hannah and I were in the lead and couldn't see anything that might be making the noise, so we pulled over and watched the others cross a ford and go down a little unexpected drop. But my favorite part of the trip was when we pulled the boats together in the middle of the river with the Ozark's sandstone cliffs towering around us and sang the doxology. The sound reverberated off the rocks and throughout my heart as something I want to treasure forever.
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