Memories From Arkansas
Kirsti H.
Crew 2117 - Duluth, MN
The Minnesota boy’s team was extremely excited for some real competition at the Arkansas Canoe Race this past summer. Throughout the first few legs of the race, the Russellville boys team and the Minnesota boys team were neck and neck in overall time. Read More
The Day the Sky Cracked Open
Ashley P.
Crew 300 -Russellville, AR
I woke up at sunrise on the second day of the 120 mile White River canoe race. The morning air was thick with mist and the lingering wet scent of fire from the night before. I peered through the mesh window of the tent out toward the river. The water was completely covered with a blanket of fog, save the two or three inches of suspended air between them. Read More
Practice, Practice, Practice
Emile F.
Explorer Post 313 - Bogulusa, LA
Last year was my sixth year to participate in the Explorer/Venturer White River Canoe Race. Many things have changed over those years, from the people participating in the race to the race course itself. At the same time, some things have never changed; competition has always been fierce, participation has steadily increased, and the water has always been freezing cold. Read More
Canoes of Fire
Ashley P
Crew 300 - Russellville, AR
It was a dark and stormy morning; each team was timidly getting their boat set up for the 18 mile leg of the 40th annual White River Canoe Race. Ruth and I were busy filling our camelbacks, zipping our PFDs, and making sure our boat didn’t fill up with water before we even began paddling. Read More
It was cold, the sun was out and I couldn't be more ready. As I stood almost knee deep in the cold water of the White River, I waited for our team to come around the bend. Read More
Thirty years ago the White River Canoe Race was the highlight of my life. At the time, all of my best friends were members of a canoeing Explorer Post in Las Cruces, New Mexico. We raced anywhere there was water, but primarily in New Mexico and Texas. Read More
I went to Boy Scout summer camp a thousand years ago (mid-60s) and learned to paddle a canoe. For me it was the best part of camp. I "graduated" to Explorer scouting (Post 385 North Little Rock, AR) and in 1968 I heard about the White River Canoe Race for Explorer scouts. Read More