The boat launch (photo at left) is spacious with ample parking and toilet facilities. Springtime water levels and the approaching high tide kept the cement ramps submerged for the most part. Fishermen hoping to catch stripers stood along the shore.
Once launched, I entered the Salmon River and soon passed this osprey perched near its nest...
Shortly the wide expanse of Salmon River Cove was entered and Mount Tom loomed ahead...
The 314 foot high hill sits at the head of the cove and overlooks the confluence of the Salmon River (to the left) and the Moodus River (to the right). I sensed it was a place of big mojo and would find out later that Mount Tom is/was the source of Machimoodus which is said to be a Native American Algonquian word meaning "place of bad noises". Early colonial history mentions large gatherings of Native Americans on the hill where attendants believed the giant and sometimes malevolent spirit, Hobomock, was speaking to them.
Over the years the noises have been described as "slow thunder" or "breaking of rocks" by some. However, my favorite description appeared in a 1901 article in Connecticut Magazine (Vol. 7) written by W. Harry Clemons: "A man who happened to be on this hill during one of the "noises" described the sound as like that of rocks falling into immense caverns beneath his feet and bounding and rebounding as they fell".
Near a trail at the base of the hill on the Salmon River side, I came upon what appeared to be two gravesites side by side...
Since the area remained fairly quiet, I continued up the Salmon passing a mostly submerged island where Pine Brook enters from the left...
Reaching a highway overpass, and tiring a bit, I thought about turning around when two kayakers heading downriver informed me the dam was only another 500 yards upriver. So I continued to where this island kept the dam from my view...
Once around it, the Leesville Dam appeared...
Plaques there explain the dam's history and its role in the recently scaled-back Atlantic salmon restoration project...
It's too bad efforts to restore the salmon didn't meet with more success. Guess it's like the old Humpty Dumpty ditty: "All the King's horses and all the King's men couldn't put Humpty Dumpty back together again."
In earlier times this must have been a beautiful spot for folks to reap the bounty of migratory fish runs.
This view above the dam shows the concrete fingers of the ice control structure...
Floating trash scooped up along the way...
Once back at the Salmon River Ramp, I headed off to the nearby Markham Meadows Campground...
...where I'd link up with Adirondack Pirate Paddlers Capt'n Dangerous (Paul) and Starbuck (Tom) from New York State with plans for a joint Sunday paddle on the Connecticut River. Of the three of us Tom had the best accommodations, his new "teardrop" camper...
Sweet!
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