Carving its way through the Missouri Ozark Mountains is the spring fed and crystal clear, North Fork River.
In 1992 my brother and I took our father, Jerry Sr., to the North Fork for his first float trip. The “float trip” became an annual ritual for “Senior” and five others. Over the years, we have enjoyed the timeless beauty of the river, the thrill of jumping into Rainbow Spring and shooting the rapids, and the great times spent with family and friends. The float trip has included many other rituals such as, Senior insisting on a red canoe, frosty beverages, fireworks, grilling of fine steaks a/k/a “the good meat”, and a gallon of the “float trip pickles”. (more)