Or you could settle for a smaller adventure, lean back in the kayak, and push off into the Susquehanna River, where the whiteflies and smallmouth await.

A few hours into it, you’ll be remembering Ratty telling Mole that there’s nothing half so much worth doing as messing about in boats. And old Dr. Henshall telling us that smallmouth are the gamest fish that swims. And you’ll be thinking, Small adventure? No way.