The complementary bottle of Jackson Hole Airportâs hand sanitizer was a masterpiece of sanitizer chic, not dissimilar to Chanelâs classic parfumerie flask. I clutched it as if it were an amulet before boarding the first segment of my flight to St. Joe, Arkansas, population 125, where I would join my family to float Americaâs First National River, the Buffalo.
I was giddy with excitement, weighed down with masks, scarves, sanitizing wipes and a hefty history of northern Arkansas and the Buffalo National River.
Did you know that St. Joe was originally called Monkey Run?
No, neither did I.