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There are a lot of bars in the world
but only one has everything I need. The gravel bar is that place along the river where crowds don't exist. Once you dismiss the idea of plumbing and warm showers it's the coolest place on the river. You typically won't find the "wildlife" begging for table scrapes at your picnic table, dang. And without the "caution deer crossing" signs how will Little Johnny know when to look for deer. Instead, you'll have to observe them in their natural habitat, behaving like...well, wild animals.
I realize it isn't for everyone. Instantly, a few readers checked out, thinking I was talking about an audition for "Dude you're screwed". Gravel bar camping shouldn't be a survival situation. I have no intention of skinning some dead animal for it's hide so I don't die from hypothermia.
With some planning and the right gear it's as much fun as visiting Chuck E. Cheeses on a Saturday. Seriously, if you survived that experience without choking a little kid, this will be cake. Disclaimer, it will be miserable if you don't plan and bring what you need. Nothing like having a bunch of canned food and all you have is an electric can opener. I wouldn't know a thing about that.
I try to keep it simple so I don't confuse myself. I usually float in a kayak so weight is my most important concern on deciding what to bring.
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Story by Drew Ross