National Geographic : 1978 Jun
One good thing that Pennsylvania has is lots of greenery. And so it should, for the name means "Penn's woods." Three-fifths of the state remains forested, much of it rugged wilderness-perhaps no where more so than in the spectacular Grand Canyon of north-central Pennsylva nia. It hasn't changed much since William Penn's Holy Experiment began; deer out number the human residents up there al most 15 to 1, and a two-foot trout is still a possibility. At the bottom of the 1,000-foot canyon I sat in the bow of an aluminum canoe, staring nervously through driving rain and flying spray at the rapids ahead. Suddenly we were in the midst of it, dodg ing haystacks and souse holes. "The river's in concert pitch today," roared Ed McCar thy, my guide, as we careened through Owassee Rapids on Pine Creek. I turned to give him a damp and unconvincing smile. This boiling booby trap of a rapids was rated by Ed as "for expert canoeists only."