Paddling Iran

Of all the places you thought you might paddle
some day, I’ll bet Iran never made the list. Well, maybe it should have. The adventuresome Becky Bristow heads to this axis of
evil  to try out the bouldery rapids of the Sezar River. The story here is filled with interesting little cultural
anecdotes the likes of which you’re unlikely to find in a story about, say, paddling in Wyoming. To wit: almost as soon
as Ms. Bristow gets out of her boat, the locals swathe her head in a scarf, lest all that uncovered hair stir the
longings and unravel the turbans of the local tribesmen. The group described here hits some sweet Class IVs, and
overall make the paddling in Iran seem pretty darn inviting.