Avisala Isma
Seneca One of the finest and most-satisfying adventures of my life so far was the time I canoed through whitewater rapids down the lower canyons of the Rio Grande River, just east of Big Bend National Park in southern Texas. Each day of that trip brought new sights and new adventures-as might be expected of such a grand landscape and precarious mode of travel- and it was in my attempt to put this river journey into words that I discov- ered what every other travel writer has probably discovered