White Water, High Culture It Must Be Blue HillGeoffrey Smith
Outside the coastal village of Blue Hill, Me., an old stone bridge
divides the Atlantic Ocean from the Bagaduce River. As a teenager, I used to step over the beam spanning the bridge's side, maneuver onto a narrow ledge, and dangle over the water 15 feet below. When I let go, I took a ride that's unforgettable. A roaring tidal rip running under the bridge sent me flying over haystacks--the big swells formed by the rapids--six feet high.
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