What the hell is this river trip anyway?
Three days of camping and floating with a big group of fun people.
It started with a few families and a stack of inner tubes in 1974. Fifty-two years later we still meet under the same walnut trees, float the same lazy bends of the Kings River, and stay up too late by the fire. There are veterans and there are rookies — and everyone leaves already dreaming about next year.
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the whole crew, 2025 — from the flames we rise
Postcards from the river
Fifty-two summers, and every one still looks a little like this.