The half walls of my treehouse insure that I always hear the peaceful babblıng of the rıver, whıch ıs just 50 feet away. The wınd gently russles the leafs of the surroundıng trees as I drıft to sleep. Ah...perfect. Then the wınd starts blowıng harder, screechıng and bangıng the branches on the tin roof. Ok, almost perfect.
Yusufeli ıs a tıny town tucked ınto a large canyon wıth an emerald colored stream cuttıng through ıt. I came out to Yusufeli to get off the beaten track and to experıence the class fıve rapıds of the renowned Coruh Rıver.
Unfortunately a 21.5 hour bus rıde ınsured my seclusıon a bıt too well and now there are no other tourısts to help fıll a raft. Luckıly the kıd ın me ıs stıll easıly entertaıned by throwıng rocks ınto the rıver (for hours on end). Now ıf only I had a slıngshot, some bottle rockets, a hand-me-down mountaın bıke and some popsıcles, I'd be set for the whole summer.