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We went down to one of our favorite spots, the Nantahala River, Sunday afternoon. We figured between the drizzling rain and the late Sunday afternoon, we would have the river mostly to ourselves. We were right and everyone had a blast, particularly Cheoah who is ever so appropriately named after the Cherokee word for Otter.
Even better, this time the humans remembered the camera unlike the last time we were here, so we have video to show you:
In case you were wondering, this is the bridge that we crossed at the end of the video:
Is this a cool Trippy-Trap Bridge or what, Ammy? The bridge is located at The Nantahala Outdoor Center where the white water rafters end their trips (and kayakers, too, of course). This was actually the first river that our humans white watered on many, many, many, many moons ago.
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