When John Kennedy and Tom Visnius launched on North Carolina’s Narrows of the Green in the autumn of 1988, they knew very little about what lay downstream. There had been rumors circulating about the Narrows for years, but few of them shed any more light on the run than local hyperbole. “If you throw a log in at the top it’ll come out in toothpicks,” was a favorite. Poison ivy, numerous portages, lots of strainers; these images filled every sketchy report of the Green Narrows, and it was rare to ever talk to anyone who had actually been there. Descriptions were almost always second- or third-hand.
This all changed after Visnius and Kennedy. News of their descent spread through the paddling community like a rising river, and the world of creekboating began to expand.