We’re carrying ultra light tenkara fly rods and wearing full canyoneering gear. The only way to access some of the pools we want to fish is by rappelling waterfalls. It’s the first time I’ve ever had to wear a helmet and a harness to fish.
Picture this: A two-mile class III loop on the Lower Yough in your front yard, the natural bend of the river making a shuttle unnecessary; a half-hour drive to the put-in of the Class IV Upper Yough; another 30-minute drive to any of the Yough’s steep Cass V tributaries; and, a killer Thursday night yoga class by Yogi Wade paired with brews, food, and tunes at the local Falls City Pub.
Carol Ruckdeschel grew up on the banks of Atlanta’s Chattahoochee River where she liked to catch snakes, sleep in a cave, and cook road kill over a fire. She hopscotched her way through jobs and schools and even got married for a year. But nothing fit until she began working for Georgia’s Natural Areas Council with Coca-Cola heir Sam Candler. That led to a river trip with Governor Jimmy Carter, an article in The New Yorker, and selection as one of Mademoiselle magazine’s Women of the Year in 1973.
Since forming in 2009, the group has been turning heads at festivals and underground music haunts in the Southeast. An energetic sound the band self-dubbed “Appalachian Rock” mingles gritty electric blues guitar licks with mountain-bred banjo rolls.
Paddlers in particular are adversely affected by the dam: They cannot portage on Mrs. Scott’s side of the river because of a sheer drop-off of about 20 feet. Meanwhile, the other side of the dam, which still houses part of the old gristmill, is clearly labeled “no trespassing” and references a King’s grant.