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The Kunjamuk River is one of the finest in the Adirondack Park. Not only does it open up the senses to a world beyond hiking, but it gives a unique feel of adventure as you move along the oxbows, through the narrows, beneath the overhanging trees and amongst the aquatic wildflowers.

During our most recent visit, we planned to check out Kunjamuk Cave, a short hike along an old woods road, and if we were feeling up to it, maybe a short bushwhack up Cave Hill.

The cave has had that lure of mystery and unknown origin for years. Cave Hill, well that was more for my curiosity than anything else; I just wanted to see what\'s up there, if anything other than a thick forest.

We drove down early one morning to the small hamlet of Speculator and put our kayaks in at the launch located at the village park directly on the Kunjamuk River. On this hot and crispy dry day the busy launch seemed typical -- based on the expansive size of the actual launch -- but, to be fair, many paddlers were going in the opposite direction out onto Lake Pleasant.

Heading upstream with only a faint current fighting against us, the beauty and awe of the area started to unfold in front of us. After exchanging pleasantries with other paddlers, we soon found ourselves in the initial narrows of the river. The tall grasses started to close in and under slightly low-water conditions, the bottom was unmistakably visible in spots.

I always find it eerie when I can look down and all of a sudden there\'s a massive boulder passing beneath. Of course, I understand the boulder isn\'t moving, but it sure seems like it at times.

Rounding small corners and sharp turns, we eventually started floating with the local geese and their young hatchlings, which were slightly tucked away by their moms and evacuated at our first sighting.

We made a very sharp turn, which took us in the opposite direction only to swing back around toward the north again. Oxbows like this would be a frequent part of the day.

As we came into the widening of the river, we started to look for the river that headed north, and not another branch that followed state Route 30. This area, quite large in comparison, masked the smaller part of the river that we just came through as well as the portion we wanted to find.

The current here was almost nonexistent. We could float in one area for quite some time, as we did while enjoying the local birds and the slopes of Rift Hill.

We could not clearly see where we wanted to go, but looking at our map we made an educated guess as to where to go and actually found it easily tucked away.

The current coming from the narrower part of the river was noticeable but not overwhelming by any means, but a bit more effort was afforded to break that barrier. Once up the river a bit farther, the current again was very mellow.

The river started to oxbow sharply in spots, and at times enough to where a 15-foot kayak became a fight to manuever. We managed with a bit of persistence, knowing it would be smooth sailing on the way out.

The oxbows continued as the water course meandered through shores of thick alders, hardwoods and hemlocks. We made a couple \