The Ancient Legend behind this amazing river come to us long ago from Native Americans who gave it its name. It translates to Daughter of the Stars. After the Great Spirit had made the world, the morning stars came together on the shores of a quiet silver lake bordered with blue mountains, the most beautiful place they could see. Hovering above the quiet waters and lighting the mountain tops with their robes of fire, the stars sang their songs of joy and pledged to gather here every thousand years. One time when the stars were singing, there came a mighty crashing!! A great rock in the mountain wall tore asunder, and through the deep opening the lake waters began to pour out and rush to the sea. As time passed, the stars looked over the earth for another place to meet. They finally agreed upon a lovely lush valley through which a winding river ran. Suddenly the stars realized that this valley had been the bed of their beautiful lake, and the blue mountains around it were the same ones upon which they had cast their robes of light in ages past. The stars were so joyous they placed the brightest jewels from their crowns in the river where they still lie and sparkle. And ever since that day, the river and its valley have been called.... Shenandoah, or Daughter Of The Stars.
About halfway down we stopped for lunch. This was prepared for us by the outfitters and we could smell it as we clambered hungrily from our kayaks.
Then it was time to let my little friend find another lunch companion and for us to get back on board our vessels and start paddling once again.
Back at camp we had time to grab a shower and change before trotting over to a pavilion because we were all starving once more.
And the day ended perfectly for me because I had such an easy drive home afterwards.
My plans on Sunday were scuppered as I awoke to pouring rain. So there would be no hot air balloons or bike ride today. But after such a perfect day before I didn't really care.It was lovely to turn the alarm off and snooze for a few more hours with the steady drum on the roof from the raindrops beating down.
Eventually I got up and decided to just go for a drive and maybe find a few geocaches. There's a few in my area so I didn't have to go too far but the first two I looked for got me stumped. The first was in a graveyard and after a few people saw me, probably looking quite suspicious with my searching, I decided to give up. The second was in a parking lot and again I received some odd looks and with this one I did actually wonder if it was missing since it should have been very easy to find. The third was in a local park and again there were a few Muggles around but I found the cache easily enough, and managed to sign the scroll and replace it without being seen.