I'd launched into the Assabet just upstream from the MBTA commuter rail bridge in West Concord, MA. While the river looked shallow going in a downriver direction, it was even worse looking upstream towards the Main St. bridge...
I headed downriver and not far below the railroad bridge ran aground with my boat having too much draft (especially with me in it). So, I took to towing my boat downriver by its painter...
I did finally find adequate depth near where the Concord Foundry used to be and from there was able to paddle down past Route 2.
Not too far below Rt. 2 I came across this large and thirsty straw sucking hundreds of gallons from the river's very limited supply...
On Sunday morning I paddled to the Sudbury/Assabet rivers confluence where there was almost enough dry ground in front of the Egg Rock inscription for pitching a tent...
Aside from the sand bar where the Assabet and Sudbury join, the Concord River had adequate depth for my boat, other canoes/kayaks, and even a few cautious power boaters.
With such low water levels the fish have fewer places to hide which is benefitting the ospreys, kingfishers, and herons. This great egret also was on scene...
From below Davis Hill it looked like clear sailing...
Noted this newly-built housing...
Between the Assabet and Concord rivers a few interesting old bottles were stumbled upon...
The oldest is most likely the embossed Clicquot Club pint-bottle which originated in Millis MA where the once famous ginger-ale was bottled starting in the late 1800s. I'm guessing the bottle I found dates to the early 1900s. Another bottle labeled "Pure Spring Water" had an applied color label on which there was faded text mentioning a natural spring "Where the Indians came to drink".
Thursday's trash....
Sunday's trash...
Today rain is falling and every drop in the bucket will help.
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