Femme 45: Ladies of the Little White Part I

If you've ever sat in a creek boat and felt the pull of a boof stroke as it transitions into a weightless moment, landing on aerated water then you can relate.

Waves spraying and folding over a steep riverbed of huge boulders, cascading over cliff faces.

Turquoise tinted, translucent waters boiling into chaotic hydrolics.

Steep and jagged canyon walls speckled with glowing green mosses and ferns.

A creek that feels like it should be on another planet.

The Little White Salmon, Washington State.

Here's an idea of what I mean, in case you still can't understand.

These ladies, some of the Columbia Gorge's Femme 45, document the thrill in this Ladies of the Little White preview.