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Cooper Landing, Alaska: Where to Stay, Eat and Play on the Kenai River

There’s a stretch of the Sterling Highway, about two and a half hours south of Anchorage, where the Kenai River turns a shade of blue-green that doesn’t look real. Glacial silt does that. It catches the light and turns the whole river the color of a swimming pool somebody forgot to tell nature about. That’s Cooper Landing.

The town isn’t much on paper. It runs about eight miles along the highway at the west end of Kenai Lake, where the Kenai River begins, and only a few hundred people live there year-round. A prospector named Joseph Cooper found gold here in the late 1800s, and the place stayed an outpost until the road from Anchorage reached it in 1951. Today the gold is salmon. All four of the Kenai’s salmon species and some very large rainbow trout pull anglers here every summer, and the town fills up from June through August.

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Your 4th of July Escape: Floating the Guadalupe River in New Braunfels

About four hours south of Dallas, in a bend of the Texas Hill Country where limestone cliffs and centuries-old cypress trees hang over cold, clear water, the Guadalupe River has been the answer to a Texas summer for as long as anyone can remember. The stretch between Gruene and New Braunfels is the most popular tubing corridor in the state — a million people float it annually — and the 4th of July weekend is when that number becomes very real, very quickly. Book everything in advance. Show up early. Then get in the water and forget you were ever hot.

There is something about cold water in July that resets everything. The Guadalupe runs spring-fed out of the Hill Country limestone and stays genuinely cold regardless of what the air temperature does, and the moment you slide off the bank and into the current, the afternoon reorganizes itself around the only thing that matters: getting downstream slowly, under the cypress trees, past the rope swings and the limestone banks, with no particular plan and nowhere to be. The river moves at its own pace and takes you with it.

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