Northward on the Concord

There probably won't be many more times when paddling against a northwest breeze will be a pleasant experience 'round these parts.  However, yesterday afternoon paddling northward on the Concord River and into that breeze wasn't bad at all.  I hugged the river's west shoreline from Route 225 in Bedford down to Route 3 and then, after turning about, let that same breeze give me a welcome boost all the way back.  Of course air temperatures being in the high 50s make all the difference.


Later though, when passing a more barren looking Two Brothers Rocks...

...I couldn't help but to think of the opening lyrics to the song "Urge for Going" written by Joni Mitchell:

I awoke today and found the frost

perched on the town

It hovered in a frozen sky, then it

gobbled summer down

When the sun turns traitor cold and all

the trees are shivering in a naked row

I get the urge for going

But I never seem to go

I get the urge for going

When the meadow grass is turning brown

Summertime is falling down and winter

is closing in...

 

Some trash however, did get to go...