Saturday, June 14, 2025

Cue the Mosquitos

Started my paddling week with an early Sunday morning paddle of the upper Concord River in Concord, MA.  The inscription at Egg Rock shows that water levels have dropped about half a foot since last week...

A deer was sighted sleeping-in...

Things were quiet at Concord's Old North Bridge...


On Wednesday, heading to the boat launch at the end of Still River Depot Road in Harvard, MA, I came across this freight train snoozing on the mainline...

At the nearby boat launch I had my first skirmish of the season with biting mosquitos, unique to this location.  Unlike the train the mosquitos were wide awake. Once afloat and free of the bugs I headed up the Nashua River...


Some three hours later after landing my boat and battling the mosquitos for a second time I found the train was waking up...



Soon things got loud and after several blasts of its horn the three diesel locomotives powered-up to get its more than 100-freight cars underway to Worcester, MA and beyond...



Wrapped up my paddling week on Friday morning with a paddle of the Sudbury River between Kellogg Street and Winter Street in Framingham.  On recent visits I'd encountered a boom across the river at Union Ave which blocked my upriver progress.

Upon reaching the main street bridge... 


...I noticed a stone stairway leading to the river from the Dexter Hemenway House...


According to a piece, Historic Home: Massachusetts, on the Historic New England Project blog "I'm told that when the home was a rectory, that there were many baptisms that took place in the river."  Last summer, close to this same location, 675,000 gallons of untreated sewage was accidentally released into the river.

After realizing that the boom had been removed I paddled alongside this wall of sheet-piling... 


...and eventually came within sight of Winter Street where the dam for Reservoir Number One is located...


On my trip back downriver I encountered a coyote who stalked me for a bit, and later this deer...
...that turned out to be a spike male...

..a side view...

The deer was concerned with my presence but held its ground and continued feeding.



Trash from the Concord River included a banister cap from someone's staircase...




Trash from the Nashua River included 82 "nip" bottles...


Trash from the Sudbury River included quite a few plastic bags...


On Monday I paid a visit to the building in Watertown, MA where the Treaty of Watertown was signed on July 19, 1776 (only 15 days after the Declaration of Independence)...




I'd only recently become aware of the treaty which according to The Historical Society of Watertown "...was the first treaty signed by the newly-formed United States of America with a foreign power".

The first line of the document reads: "A Treaty of Alliance and Friendship entered into and concluded by and between the Governors of the State of Massachusetts Bay, and the Delegates of the St. John's (Maliseet/Passamaquoddy) and Micmack (Mi'kmaq) Tribes of Indians".

The treaty helped in preventing the British from gaining control over the large area to the east and north of the Penobscot River (northeastern Maine and New Brunswick).  I came across mention of the treaty while reading about the Maliseet Exodus (Aukpaque, NB to Machias, ME) which took place in July 1777.

The Historical Society of Watertown's website has both the actual treaty and the notes recorded over the multi-day council.  Additionally, one can virtually (online 3D tour) visit the actual 2nd floor room where it took place.



Saturday, June 7, 2025

Left Me Beachless

 

Wrapped up my paddling week on Thursday morning with a loop around the Merrimack's Wickasee Island (above photo).  I found high water levels throughout the week.  Places to make landfall were at a premium.  Most of the small sandy beaches were submerged.

Started off the week with a Sunday morning paddle on the Assabet River in Concord, MA...

...which included a short trip up Nashoba Brook to a blowdown at the Commonwealth Ave bridge...


The Assabet itself had several recent blow downs, including this one below Pine Street...


On Tuesday afternoon I found ideal paddling conditions on the Concord River from the Bedford, MA boat launch.  Paddled upstream into a refreshing and summery southwest breeze...


Thursday saw our first 90-degree F. day since last August and necessitated an early morning "beat the heat" paddle on the Merrimack River from Southwell Park in North Chelmsford, MA.  Circled Wickasee Island by paddling up the canal on the island's east side...

...where a Tercentenary sign gives a nod to Wannalancet who, long ago, resided here...


My most interesting wildlife encounter of the week was on the Assabet just below the Route 2 bridge where this odd little critter was swimming across the river...

I believe it's a star-nosed mole.  Hard to get a photo due to its erratic swimming style.  Clearest one I got was from behind as its swam away...


Trash for the week:

Sunday on the Assabet River...


Tuesday on the Concord River...


Thursday on the Merrimack River...


The Merrimack paddle got off to a trashy start right from the git-go when this floating and snagged plastic bag of trash was encountered within sight of the boat launch...



Saturday, May 31, 2025

An Obscured Confluence

 


My objective this past week was to take advantage of our high water levels of late and paddle to the confluence of the Quinsigamond and Blackstone rivers (opening photo) in Grafton, MA.  I visited the area on 2 days, Tuesday and Thursday, launching both times from Riverview Park.  The area of the confluence is within present-day's Fisherville Pond as can be seen on this 1953 USGS topo map found on the UNH/Wayback Machine website...


An 1831 map by Charles Brigham Jr. shows the actual confluence more clearly...


The mill pond created by the dam is often weed-choked due to the combination of shallow water and accumulation of nutrients...

At the launch site a fellow paddler shared knowledge of an active eagle nest near the confluence and sure enough an adult eagle was encountered...

The nest was located not far from there with an eaglet awaiting its next food delivery...


From the confluence I paddled up the Quinsigamond River in a mostly northerly direction...


At one point I came across riverside plants which looked to me like tobacco plants...

Less than 800 feet from this spot is a Native American cemetery dating to the 1660s which I stopped at on my drive to the boat launch...

There were about 8 small gravestones...


A boulder in the cemetery was inscribed with words which were difficult to discern...

I ended up reading them as if using Braille.  It read "Eliot's Band of Praying Indians" and was dated 1890.
According to Frederick C. Pierce's 1879  History of Grafton, Worcester County, Massachusetts, from its early settlement by the Indians in 1647 to the present time, 1879  "The tribe which made the location of this town their home were called the Hassanamesits, who were in subjection to the Nipmucks. Hassanamesit was the third town, which was established in 1660 by the Rev. John Eliot, for the praying Indians, Punkapoag  and Natick being established prior, in 1647".  Eliot and a Native American known as "James the Printer" would later undertake the task of translating the English Bible into the Algonkian language.  The praying village was 4 square miles. 

In the book The Sacred Landscape of New England's Native Civilization- Manitou by James W. Mavor Jr. and Byron E. Dix the authors noted Hassanamesit's proximity to several rivers: Assabet, Blackstone, Charles, Quinsigamond, and Sudbury rivers noting "It is likely that Hassanamessitt, the seat and sacred center of the Nipmuck Nation, was, with the adjoining strips of land, retained by the Indians because of its special location at the source of the waters of Massachusetts, making this area a place of powerful manitou."  

My guess is the location of the praying Indians cemetery, which overlooks a brook and intervale leading to the Quinsigamond River, also was a place of powerful manitou.
  
A sign across the road from the cemetery commemorated the village's name...

Further up the Quinsigamond I reached the Pleasant Street Bridge built in 1886...
...and just beyond some interesting rock formations...
...where I turned around and headed back.

On another day (with sunnier skies) I paddled up the Blackstone River from the confluence...
...up to different Pleasant Street Bridge...

Before reaching the bridge I encountered another strong-flowing stream entering from the Blackstone from its south side.  I believe this stream was where the river took a shortcut via the abandoned Blackstone Canal route.

Once back at the confluence I headed the short distance down the Blackstone to the dam at Fisherville...
...where there were no visible warning signs for the dam.  A short distance to the dam's west was the gate structure which formerly allowed water into the mill works...
This spot was where earlier the Blackstone Canal approached Lock 30 on its way downstream from Worcester to Providence.  The lock is said to have been covered over by the mill.  I'm left to wonder if any of this stone work once served the canal...

The canal re-emerges across the road from the Fisherville Mill site and heads south...

A bronze plaque in Mill Villages Park (across Main St. from the mill) shows the canal's route through this area...

A faded map shows the many transportation routes which funneled through this spot: the Blackstone River, Blackstone Canal (and towpath), and the Providence and Worcester Railroad...

Pierce's 1879 History Of Grafton notes "The first start in manufacturing, at this place, was made by Timothy McNamara, who having purchased the land where the mills now stand of Moses Sherman, and the water power rights of Austen Holbrook, in 1830 began work upon the dam, building it jointly with the Blackstone Canal Company, they using it as a feeder for their canal".  Pierce also noted that in 1869 the mill expanded to three stories and 160 looms that processed 400,000 pounds of cotton into 1,500,000 yards of cloth.

The brick mill building stood for many years before being destroyed by a fire in 1999.  Today the place is for sale...

Nonetheless, water still flows over the dam...
...just as it has since 1831.


Trash encountered over the two days...

...included 81 "nip" bottles and a Boston Celtics basketball.