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Review in The Eddy Line
the magazine of the Georgia Canoeing Association
by "River Jack"
I was unaware that this book was even in the works,
much less its publication, so you can image my pleasant
surprise when I saw a number of books graced with a cover
photo that I was familiar with stacked upon a small display
table at the NOC.
I first saw this photograph in the publication
U.S. Whitewater '74, the annual program of the US International
Slalom Canoe Association. Its caption read: "Doug
Woodward of Georgia running a high unnamed waterfall
on the Tellico River in Tennessee. Photo by Rodger Losier."
The date of the photo was April 1972 and we now know that
high unnamed waterfall as Baby Falls.
From a friend I once heard a first-hand account of
that memorable day: There was much wailing and gnashing
of teeth by loved ones and friends as Doug took the
plunge! However, that was neither the first nor the last
"first descent" by Doug, and I, for one, am glad that he took
at least one more formidable leap — that of writing it all
down and sharing the stories with other kindred spirits!
Wherever Waters Flow is a captivating whitewater
autobiography as well as an historical account of the
vernal days of paddling in the Southeastern and Mid-Atlantic regions of the USA. For me, the stories of the
"Chattooga tribe" from the early and mid-seventies are the
most enjoyable. Names of people that I've not heard or
thought about in decades jump from the pages and bring
back fond remembrances of a delightful time in my life
when paddling rivers was all bright and shiny-new and a
bunch of smiling faces were all shouting, "Come on in, the
water's fine!"
The eighteen chapters in the book include such noteworthy
happenings as the beginnings
of the Nantahala Outdoor
Center, taking (then Georgia Governor)
Jimmy Carter down the
Chattooga, interesting behind the scenes
accounts from the filming of
Deliverance (Doug was the canoeing
double for Ned Beatty), getting
to know James and Christopher
Dickey, and paddling with Walt
Blackadar (both out West as well as
on the Chattooga).
Also, the early days of Explorer
Post 49 are well chronicled, including one western road
trip in an old school bus where "self-reliance" took on a
whole new meaning for a band of river gypsies from
Atlanta! Interesting archival photographs are also spread
throughout the book.
The book is a fascinating read, often in the form of
first-hand dialogue, sometimes purely narrative or even
journal-like, and all the while bestrewn with eloquent
musings by one of the true pioneers of Southeastern
whitewater.
In the final chapter Doug waxes poetic and brings
forth the river as metaphor when he looks back upon
where his own life's journey has taken him - but then again
I see that perhaps there's no metaphor here at all, since
that for some, the two — one's life and the river — can be so
interwoven as to be one.
So, come on in, the water's fine, and Doug has this
great trip all lined up!
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