The way things are going with our country of late, it seems the need for finding solace is fast becoming a regular occurrence. We all have our places to go to when the need arises. Mine is on the water, preferably a river, where at least for a few hours something close to normalcy prevails. On a day this past week which belied the season, I paddled the Charles River from Bridge St. in Dover down to the South Natick Dam and back. It's an excellent stretch of river that includes paddling alongside Peter's Reservation as well as Mass Audubon's Broadmoor. An ascent of Broadmoor's Indian Brook is possible when water levels are high enough...
Surmounting this beaver's handiwork allowed me to proceed further and visit his fine abode...
Back on the Charles, the river does a few zigs and zags before passing under this foot bridge...
...and shortly after arriving at the South Natick Dam where things looked perfectly normal (if it were mid-March)...
There's little in the way of warning for those unaware of the dam that lies ahead...
Three bald eagles were seen in the sky about mid-way down. I later wondered if they might have been feeding on this deer carcass...
Trash was decidedly light...
...but included a balloon of the color suited for the upcoming St. Patrick's Day.
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