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This is a stretch of upper little Buffalo River. It is several hundred yards long and has hundreds of boulders! Varying in sizes from the diameter of a small car to the size of a small house! It is an amazing sight to see these filling the river going farther than your eyesight can take in! #buffaloriver #littlebuffaloriver #arkansas #newtoncountyarkansas #ozarknationalforest #nailarkansas #hiking #hikers #kayakingadventures #fogggy


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Great way to end the weekend 🎣 #littlebuffaloriver


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SWIPE RIGHT -> The moon Monday night into Tuesday morning was at 62% illumination. When it's that bright, it makes long exposure pictures look like daytime. I was really surprised to see that much of the milky way when the moon was so bright. That shadow is the ridge behind me as the moon set. This is a 2 image pano taken about 3:00am.
#milkyway #moonlight #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #jasper #arkansas #mountains #river #trees #milkywaychasers #nightphotography #nightlife #nightmission #stargazing


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Wildrose River Training Facility-Ozarks. Storm rising over Round Top Mountain. Photo by Cathy. #ozarks #storms #rivers #buffaloriver #arkansas #jasperarkansas #littlebuffaloriver #newtoncounty #ozarkadventures #buffaloriverfoundation @wildrosekennels


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photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Cocoa down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, awful things, and so Cocoa was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Cocoa, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Cocoa ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Cocoa finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods @natgeo @natgeocreative @thephotosociety
Part of a series exploring the small stories that surround and connect us, and how we stumble through them—capturing, missing, and making meaning.


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Grouped up! Thank you to the beautiful place that held our 2018 Wildrose Adventure Dog Expedition. Destinations: Hawksbill Crag (most photographed place in AR), Round Top Mountain, Little Buffalo River and Koen Trail. This weekend we awarded 5 Trail Rated badges and 2 Adventure Dog Certified badges. Way to go! #hawksbillcrag #koentrail #littlebuffaloriver #jasperarkansas #mountainlife #wildroseworkshops #wildroseway #adventuredog #wildroseadventuredog #wildroseexpedition2018 #wildroseway #wildrosepack #hikingwithdogs #bikingwithdogs #kayakingwithdogs #everythingwithdogs @mountainstandard


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Photos by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Cocoa down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, awful things, and so Cocoa was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Cocoa, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Cocoa ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Cocoa finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods @natgeo @natgeocreative

Part of a series exploring the small stories that surround and connect us, and how we stumble through them—capturing, missing, and making meaning.


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#Repost @natgeo (@get_repost)
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photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Coco down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, awful things, and so Coco was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Coco, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Coco ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Coco finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods @thephotosociety
Part of a series exploring the small stories that surround and connect us, and how we stumble through them—capturing, missing, and making meaning.


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#Repost @natgeo (@get_repost)
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photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Coco down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, awful things, and so Coco was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Coco, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Coco ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Coco finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods @thephotosociety
Part of a series exploring the small stories that surround and connect us, and how we stumble through them—capturing, missing, and making meaning.


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@natgeo photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Coco down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, awful things, and so Coco was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Coco, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Coco ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Coco finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods @thephotosociety
Part of a series exploring the small stories that surround and connect us, and how we stumble through them—capturing, missing, and making meaning.


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photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Cocoa down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, awful things, and so Cocoa was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Cocoa, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Cocoa ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Cocoa finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods @thephotosociety
Part of a series exploring the small stories that surround and connect us, and how we stumble through them—capturing, missing, and making meaning.


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#Repost from @natgeo by @quicksave.app
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photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Cocoa down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, awful things, and so Cocoa was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Cocoa, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Cocoa ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Cocoa finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods @thephotosociety
Part of a series exploring the small stories that surround and connect us, and how we stumble through them—capturing, missing, and making meaning. #InstaSaveApp #QuickSaveApp


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#mood of the day
#Repost @natgeo
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photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Cocoa down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, awful things, and so Cocoa was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Cocoa, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Cocoa ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Cocoa finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods @thephotosociety
Part of a series exploring the small stories that surround and connect us, and how we stumble through them—capturing, missing, and making meaning.


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From @natgeo:
photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Cocoa down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, awful things, and so Cocoa was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Cocoa, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Cocoa ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Cocoa finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods @thephotosociety
Part of a series exploring the small stories that surround and connect us, and how we stumble through them—capturing, missing, and making meaning.


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photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Coco down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, the neighbors said, awful things, and so Coco was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Coco, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Coco ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Coco finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods #explorer #natgeo #photographers #writers

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photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Coco down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, awful things, and so Coco was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Coco, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Coco ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Coco finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods @thephotosociety
Part of a series exploring the small stories that surround and connect us, and how we stumble through them—capturing, missing, and making meaning.


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“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” •Rumi•

Instagram is such a wonderful platform and community in which we can search out others who have similar passions. I’ve stumbled upon some really amazing profiles/individuals who also share a desire to provide toxic-free homes, eat nutritious plant-based diets, and adventure out into nature. Who are your favorite Instagram savvy folks who also love all things green? By the way, Matthew could NOT refrain from a chilly “toe” dip in the Little Buffalo River 🌳 ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
#nontoxichome #nature #naturelover #buffaloriver #littlebuffaloriver #wildandfree #arkansas #outdoorlife #naturelovers #goingsomewheregreen #goinggreen #simplelife #greenery #toxicfree #toxicfreelifestyle #kidsinnature #plantbaseddiet #plantbasednutrition


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...it seems i need to express my insides more, of course only to feed my ego !!! thank you for loving me this year 🙏🏽 we are all, from simply to dramatically, from bliss to challenge, walking one another home. #bestof2017 #beofgoodcheer #vintagefashion @toddscarborough #80sfashion @honukailua #4wheelclub @rockandyogi #littlebuffaloriver #beebluff @estrellaevans31 #ladyluck @ladygaga #flowerdelivery #weddingannouncement { & now our celebration has changed } #youarebeautiful @picassocafe


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#bigbeaver #castorcanadensis #littlebuffaloriver ...after witnessing the opportunistic brilliance of our furry neighbors, we researched their value to planetary ecosystems. toasting gratitude and cheer to these, now nocturnal, creatures...


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Home away from home. #arkansas #bostonmountains #littlebuffaloriver


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Gotta say that I'm a big fan of the @vibramfivefingers Best river shoes ever. #theozarks #arkansas #littlebuffaloriver #newtoncounty


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Fishing in the rain 🎣 #littlebuffaloriver #summer2017


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Yes I know, big deal-- glass o' water.. Our well, no treatment, no softener, clear as glass and delicious. Don't take anything for granted. #perrycountypa #juniataforest #littlebuffaloriver


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Two of of favorite friends to hang out with. Thanks Doug and Dana. #littlebuffaloriver


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One of my favorite places to be. #littlebuffaloriver


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Throwback to last May long weekend when @anglingaddy caught this massive Inconnu. Missing you this year but that just means more for me this weekend! I'll make sure to save some for next year.
Photo take May 21, 2016 at 11:28pm.
@fishonenergy @meppsspinners #FishOnEnergy #FECOCanada #LittleBuffaloRiver #FortResolution #GreatSlaveLake #NorthwestTerritories #GetOutdoors #Sheefish #Inconnu #WhiteFish #Mepps #CatchAndRelease #Fishing #Cousins #FishOn #VictoriaDay #CatchingWithChris #Spring #Fun #instagood #me #tbt


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The Wildrose Adventure Dog Retreat-2017 tackled the Ozarks this weekend...biking, paddling, hiking, shedding, among others. Alum Cove was a favorite🐾 Trail Rated & Adventure Dog Certified awards earned! #littlebuffaloriver #floatingwithdogs #buffaloriver #kayakingwithdogs #wildroseexpedition2017 #wildroseadventuredog #campingwithdogs #ozarks #mountaindog #roamingwithdogs #alumcove #buffaloriverfoundation #ozarknationalforest #wildrosekennels


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Adventure Dog weekend coming up! Hikes, floats & bikes we will do it all! Certification for Trail Rated awarded Sunday. #adventuredog #travelingwithdogs #mountiandog #ozarks #floatingwithdogs #buffaloriver #buffaloriverfoundation #kayakingwithdogs #littlebuffaloriver


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How high is the water mama? Overnight rains made the Little Buffalo River @wildrosekennels Training Facility-Ozarks roll this morning. #lifeontheriver #riverdog #gundogtraining #waterdog #adventuredog #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #buffaloriverfoundation #wildroseozarks #britishlabs


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Wish we brought the Jeep!


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It was a beautiful day for a drive to #parthenonarkansas with my boyyyy @ian._.sambrano 😍 #roadtrippin #arkansas #buffaloriver #littlebuffaloriver and the #kingsriver all in one day.


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#WoodBuffaloNationalPark, located in northeastern Alberta and southern Northwest Territories, is the largest national park in #Canada at 44,807 km2 (17,300 sq mi). Larger in area than #Switzerland, it is the second-largest national #park in the world, and thirteenth-largest protected area in the world. The park was established in 1922 to protect the world's largest herd of free roaming wood #bison , currently estimated at more than 5,000. It is one of two known nesting sites of #whoopingcranes .

The park ranges in elevation from 183 m (600 ft) at the #LittleBuffaloRiver to 945 m (3,100 ft) in the #CaribouMountains . The park headquarters is located in #FortSmith , with a smaller satellite office in Fort Chipewyan, #Alberta . The park contains one of the world's largest fresh #water deltas, the Peace-Athabasca Delta, formed by the #Peace , #Athabasca and #BirchRivers . It is also known for its #karstsinkholes in the north-eastern section of the park. Alberta's largest springs (by volume, with an estimated discharge rate of eight cubic meters per second), #NeonLakeSprings, are located in the #JackfishRiver drainage. Wood Buffalo is located directly north of the #AthabascaOilSands .

This area was designated a #UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1983 for the biological diversity of the Peace-Athabasca Delta, one of the world's largest #freshwater deltas, as well as the population of wild bison.

On June 28, 2013, the #RoyalAstronomicalSociety of Canada designated Wood Buffalo National Park as Canada's newest and the world's largest #dark-skypreserve . Parks Canada claims that the designation will help preserve #nighttime ecology for the park’s large populations of #bats , #night hawks and #owls , as well as providing opportunities for visitors to experience the #northernlights .


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Sneak peek from family photos with @summernphotography #arkansas #littlebuffaloriver


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Fishing spot at Little Buffalo River in Jasper, Arkansas. So beautifully peaceful. 🎣🐟


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A visitor in Jasper at the Little Buffalo River. ☺️🐛


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