When the men, women, children and machines of Little River Lumber Company left the logging town of Tremont in December 1938, there was nothing left for Middle Prong to do but purify itself of the stain of men and flow on. It had officially become a part of Great Smoky Mountains National Park in 1926; but, as the holder of all the aces in the game, Wilson B. Townsend, the logging company’s owner, had wrangled a concession from the Park Service that he be allowed to continue logging in the Tremont area for an additional fifteen years from the date of the sale. When I first put eyes on Middle Prong in 1955, I knew I was in love with a river; I still am. And the wonderful regeneration of the great forest is merely icing on the cake.

A focal length of 68mm, at the very short end of short telephoto, gave me the angle-of-view I wanted from about 5′ away from the near edge of the rapid. An aperture of f/20 provided depth-of-field, and ISO 200 allowed for a shutter speed of 0.6 second, fast enough to create a bit of texture in the white water below the drop.

Dorie Cope’s account, as written by her daughter, of living with her husband, a logger of Little River Lumber Company, and their children in Tremont is a wonderful story of some of the people whose lives were intertwined with this river and who came to know and love it with an intimacy I can barely imagine.