New River Gorge
I grew up going to West Virginia at least once a year to white water raft the New River and Gauley River with my mother and brother. As far as I've traveled the New River Gorge still steals my heart in all its many seasons and moods. No two trips down the river are ever the same. It's filled with history and adventure, misty slopes and massive rocks. I never feel my photographs do the gorge proper justice. Still, here is yet another attempted homage to a place that's always a calling my wandering soul home. Dear West Virginia, I love you. Sincerely, Sachi. Day 2: The Gauley River.