The Sudbury River had ample water and sunshine yesterday for this socially distanced paddler to explore. More than ever before I appreciate being able to get out on the water, wondering if it might be my last. Thanks to the higher water levels access to Heard Pond was, simply put, a breeze. In fact, I even saw a small power boat successfully navigate the passage from the pond to the river. Just before entering the pond-proper I stopped for lunch at the end of a narrow spit of land and came upon this triangle-shaped piece of quartz or possibly old glass about the size of a quarter...
...which almost looks like a broken arrowhead.
A view of the pond from its northwest corner...
There were lots of wood ducks, musquashes, beavers, and processions of mute swans...
The old abandoned 4-arch bridge and its associated route were visited...
Some trash was rustled-up...
I couldn't help but admire this beaver who'd found a dry spot for his afternoon siesta...
...oblivious to all.
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