One of the most interesting things we saw during our jetboat ride through the gorge was the primitive fishing shacks that line the banks of the New River. Able to be accessed only by boat, these rickety shanties were built along the railroad easement - often perched on a pile of rocks or built into a nearly vertical slope. Equally rickety outhouses were often nearby. They remind me of the shacks on the bayou in Louisiana.
While I didn't dare point my camera at any of the locals, yes, many of these shacks were occupied by families spending their weekend at the river. They sat on the porches with coolers full of beer and their fishing lines in the water.
"Here's a big rock, let's build a house on top of it!"
We'll end with my personal favorite: