09/22/2009

Welcome!

  Woodward's Landing is a place where paddlers can pull out of the stream and relax for a moment with a kindred spirit.  At the Landing you will find a paddling journal, information on Missouri and Kansas paddling destinations, races, and info suited to the interest.  Beach your boat and stay awhile.

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Sep 22, 2009 10:41:58 AM

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