Due to concerns over downed trees, we put in at the washout which is about 1 mile downstream from Rt 206.
Thanks to Rich G. for getting this photo of Baker and me.
This is the Adams Canoe Rental office.
Our group of 18 paddlers.
It talkes a lot of getting ready to get to the point where we finally start paddeling.
The water level was good with the river gauge reading about 0.9 feet.
Paul and his daughter Tori were in a tandem kayak.
Crystal and Ryan were in kayaks.
Baker started off as the bow paddler in Rich's canoe.
Here is Tim and Carl in the green canoe with Richie and Rich in the aluminum canoe.
Eileen and Nick were the other kayakers.
Nick.
Looking over Baker's hat.
Rich and Richie are making a run on the bank.
The more open parts of the river gave us a break from the sharp turns.
The bright sunshine made hats and sunglasses a requirement.
The beginning of the lily covered marsh.
Ryan with Luis and Awilda in our sweep canoe.
Crystal switched to the shorter kayak.
Which way are we going?
Eileen points to one of the many beaver lodges.
The main channel through the marsh is free of obstructions.
This is one of the nicest places to paddle through.
In times of high water, you can go out of the main channel.
Bob and his daughter Carolyn on their way through the marsh.
Ron and Susan.
Ron and Susan decided to take a shorcut.
They almost didn't make it through.
Near the end of the marsh is a beaver dam that we will have to pull the boats over.
This is the beach at the old campground and where we stopped for lunch.
Looking back up the marsh from the beaver dam.
A reflection gives a distorted view of things.
A beach is a nice place to stop.
Swimming is always an option here.
The river at the end of the marsh is held back be a set of beaver dams.
Susan and Ron get stuck on the dam.
A guy drove up to where we were and let his dogs go for a swim in the river.
After lunch, Baker took over the stern of the canoe.
The Mullica River has beautiful savanna marshes that give it its unique charm.
As the river meanders through the marshy grass lands, the main channel is easy to follow.
This drop with a hanging tree provides some excitement.
Richie and Rich negotiate the drop perfectly.
Awilda and Luis made it look easy.
This is the approach to the campground.
The sign for the Mullica Wilderness Campsite has been standing for many years and is showing its age.
By arriving at the campsite early, we all had time to relax after setting up camp.
Time to cool off with a swim.
Eileen, Susan and Ron enjoy the cool water.
What's a swim without a little clowning around?
The campground is nice and flat with just the right amount of shading trees.
Soon it was time to start dinner.
Here we have lots of chiefs to make the salad.
The pasta was very popular mostly because it was ready before the burgers and hot dogs.
A short line forms.
By now the salad was almost gone.
It's always a good idea to bring a chair to this campground.
Well, if you're not going to eat that...
The burgers were finally ready.
Time to do the dishes.
Even though there was a stage 1 fire ban, we were able to have a great campfire by containing it in the grill base. In the morning, we bagged the ashes for the perfect "leave no trace" campfire.
We invited a camper from Lancaster, England who would be camping there all week.
Baker slept in his hammock and was one of late sleepers.
This is the north entrance to the campground on the Mullica River Trail. The campground prohibits motor vehicles.
Here is a panaromic view of the camp.
Carl was our pancake cook.
The breakfast menu consisted of bagels, pancakes, bacon, coffee, tea, and orange juice. We had no takers on the leftover salad.
Rich and Richie enjoy a relaxing meal.
While Susan and Ron seem to smile at the great camp coffee, Carl seems to be in the middle of a sip.
Soon it's time to load up the canoes.
A friendly handshake from across the pond. Our friend from England was Graham Hunt.
Our group starts to leave the camp.
Putting in on Sunday is more of an exercise for the kayakers as they have to figure out how they packed it all in again.
The river is wider below the campground making it an easier day of paddeling.
The river continues awe us with its beauty.
Many of the banks are lined with tall statley cedar trees.
Our group seemed to from into smaller groups of nearby boats.
Here is the river gauge.
Paul, Tori and Ryan.
A wave for the folks who will wish they were here.
Here is the river gauge housing. While power is delivered by a power line, the data is sent by a satallite.
Baker waited while I checked our the gauge.
When we stopped to check out the gauge, we were near the front of our group. Now with Ron and Susan passing us, it's time to get paddeling again.
Nick was the next to pass us.
Just below the gauge was this tree that provided a difficult obsticle to get around.
Rich followed our lead and used the shallow right bank to pull the boat through.
Ron and Susan did the canoe under with bodies over method.
When we arrived at the bridge, the scout troop was taking a long break there and enjoying the jumping opportunity.
Paul and Ryan were the first in our group to jump.
Richie was right behind them.
With their hair flying up, Tori and Crystal make their first jump.
Carolyn did a twist on the way down.
Richie jumps again.
Ron took a few jumps too.
Carolyn jumps again.
Passing under the bridge, its time to get moving as a light rain started.
Adams was waiting for us whan we arrived at Pleasant Mills.
We helped load the canoes on the trailer.
Tori and Paul followed by Ryan pass under the Rt. 542 bridge to the pull out.
This is the end folks.
