Saturday, May 27, 2023

Poultney River's Elbow and Foot of the Falls

I first encountered the Lower Poultney River in western Vermont back in 2016 when paddling Lake Champlain between Fort Ticonderoga and Whitehall, NY. I've been meaning to get back and see more of the Poultney ever since, and finally did so this past week with plans to explore more of the river between "The Elbow" and Carver Falls.  Because the border dividing New York and Vermont follows the meandering course of the Poultney River, it was a bit disorienting to find myself paddling north for several hours and having Vermont to my left (west) and New York to my right (east).  This map shows the Lower Poultney River and the two sections I paddled this past week...

Both were up and back down paddles.  The lower 22 miles of the Poultney River were designated by the State of Vermont as an Outstanding Resource Water in 1991 because of natural, cultural, and scenic values according to a 1992 Vermont Agency of Natural Resources Management Plan. The plan mentions the river corridor's natural and unpolluted status and states: "It is this wholesomeness, this natural complexity, this relationship between land and water and the myriad of living creatures supported by both that makes the Lower Poultney a very special environment."

On Tuesday I launched into the river from Coggman Bridge on County Road 10 where I couldn't find anything resembling a proper boat launch.  Perhaps when the bridge was recently replaced a former boat launch was lost?  Had to lower my boat by rope down the steep bank in order to gain access.  Then headed upriver with hopes of reaching the foot of Carver Falls described by the above plan as "the highest major falls in Vermont composed of two large falls at the head of a limestone gorge which is one of the best examples of this kind of gorge in Vermont.".  
Passing under Coggman Bridge shortly after launching...

The water level was 2.2' according to the gage below Carver Falls and while shallow in places there was just enough depth to allow upriver progress.  There were old tree stumps in the river channel...
...and places where the river appeared to have carved its way through sand...

Wildflowers such as columbine and these buttercups (I think) were seen...

Some of the wildlife seen were this bedded-down white-tailed deer...
...this large nest similar to those built by eagles...
...this green heron...

...and this mink with a fish he'd caught...

Upon seeing me he put the fish down and disappeared briefly before re-appearing to get a closer look...

...then it was back to his fish...

Eventually after 3.25 miles I ran out of navigable water before reaching the point where the falls could be seen. The only location reference point was this river gauging station...
...and this relic, perhaps from the hydro operation...
...leading me to believe that I was close to the falls.  I would later drive to the falls where facility's operator, Green Mountain Power, allows visitors to view the dam...
...and learn about the site's history and present operations from several kiosks...


This map shows the area and various hiking trails...

My first order of business there was to follow the portage trail to the downstream put-in (lower left in above photo) and see if, on the previous day, I was anywhere near it.  The trail was steep and muddy in places...

...and when I reached the end-of-portage put-in I was relieved to see the very same gauging station I'd looked at the day before...
...providing me no small measure of satisfaction in having accomplished my goal.  Then it was back up the trail to the falls.  By the way, the whole portage trail from the upstream takeout to the downstream put-in is approximately a half mile with the first half fairly level and the second half steep and rugged.

Back closer to the falls I visited the riverside powerhouse built into the side of a steep gorge...

Photos on the kiosks show that back in 1930 someone else snapped a photo while standing near the same spot...

Another kiosk photo shows the powerhouse as seen from the river...

Then it was an easy paddle with the current back down to Coggman Bridge and a rope-drawn extraction of my boat.

Early the next day I launched near "The Elbow" as rain was predicted for mid-day.  Before heading upriver a quick trip was taken down to Whitehall where I saw the only other boats I'd encounter on the water over the two days...

  The sailboat may have just passed through Lock 12 of the Champlain Canal...
...which allows passage between the Hudson River and Lake Champlain.

Nearby was one of many flags or signs seen in the Whitehall area depicting a Sasquatch-like creature with the word "Believe"...
...which brought to mind four wooden steps at the base of the Carver Falls portage trail that seemed spaced for the stride of such a creature. 

Soon I was back at "The Elbow"...
...and heading up the Poultney River on a stretch shown on maps as "East Bay"...

According to an interesting video presentation titled Human History and Ecology of the Poultney River: How a Bay Became a River in Southern Lake Champlain by the Nature Conservancy's Paul Marangelo, this stretch of the Poultney was once navigable by 40-ton sloops almost as far upriver as Carver Falls until the river's course was drastically altered in 1783.  The change in course resulted in large amounts of material being deposited downriver which greatly reduced the river's depth. 

Proceeding in a northerly direction for several hours I had the high cliffs of Warner Hill in NY to my right...
...and a series of expansive marshes on my left in Vermont...
...counter-intuitive to this paddler. 

Wildlife seen on this stretch included numerous recently expanded wood duck families...
...and this frog nestled into the bank of an entering creek...


A few stately-looking trees (perhaps hickory) are seen in places...

With skies darkening from an approaching cold front I turned about near Reed Marsh and headed back to the takeout.

The area of New York state enveloped by the Poultney's northerly, westerly, and southerly deviation is very rural with numerous dairy farms.  While navigating the County Roads 10, 11, and Abair Road early in the day several horse-drawn wagons were encountered that appeared to be hauling milk cans of fresh milk from Amish farms to a roadside creamery...
The Amish community is reportedly growing in this region.
  
Seeing this horse-drawn wagon, patiently waiting with its tailgate down, allowed me to imagine I'd gone back to an earlier time...
...about halfway back to the American Revolution when local histories of the area mention Hessian soldiers traveling by boat up the Poultney River to near the foot of Carver Falls. 

Later, after getting back home, I was curious as to why there's so many images of a Sasquatch/Bigfoot creature around Whitehall and found there's been a long-standing belief in such creatures being in the area.  According to newspaper accounts such as the Times Union there were several sightings on Abair Road...the road I drove each day on my way to the river.

Perhaps the creature was in some way responsible for this trash found on the Vermont side of the bridge at East Bay Road...
Hard to believe anyone could spend time fishing alongside a beautiful river and simply drop their trash where they stood...especially with this sign only a stone's throw away...
Perhaps the Bigfoot appeared and the fishermen ran for their lives?

Trash from both days alongside and in the Poultney...

One sign that looked to have been posted last fall warned hunters of an EDT (epizootic hemorrhagic disease) outbreak among white-tailed deer in the area...

Hopefully, like Covid, EDT is on the decline.



 
 


   

Saturday, May 20, 2023

Coyotes and Goslings

My paddling week ended where it began...on the Assabet River in Concord, MA.  Water levels on the Assabet were found to have dropped quite a bit since last Sunday.  Launching early this morning in West Concord I found the river to be very shallow and wasn't optimistic about making it very far upstream.  However, despite the shallow conditions there was just enough water to paddle past and around the various obstacles.  Soon I found myself at Damonmill.  Here the shallow conditions worked to my advantage by allowing me to easily wade upriver through the quickwater while towing my boat.  About a half mile above the old dam I came across a coyote scoping out two Canada geese families...


He decided to get closer to the geese by crossing the river...

...nonchalantly hoping the geese didn't notice...


   A minute or so later the coyote's attack and was easily repulsed by the adult goose...

...without any harm to the goslings...this time.  Left arrow is adult goose, right arrow is coyote.

While heading back downriver another coyote (perhaps a sibling) was seen alongside the river...
 
Near the mouth of Nashoba Brook a hawk scanned the river...



Sandwiched between my two Assabet paddles was a mid-week visit to the Millers River in Athol, MA.

  
It'd been awhile since I last paddled the Millers River, so on a cool and breezy Wednesday morning I launched from the Allen E. Rich Environmental Park and headed downriver.  The third bridge I passed under was the Daniel Shays Highway (pictured above) named for the leader of a 1786/87 rebellion against the State of Massachusetts by a considerable number of disgruntled Revolutionary War veterans.

Some wildlife encountered included a pair of common mergansers...
...a green heron...
...and a red-winged blackbird...

My trip back upriver was aided by a westerly tailwind...


 Earlier in the week, on Sunday, I visited the Egg Rock inscription...
...before ascending the Assabet River to West Concord, MA.  Nearing Willow Island the river had relocated a bench...

The area to the right of the island was in the news about a week ago when an automobile left Lowell Road and entered the stream between Macone's Pond and the river.  I believe the vehicle was removed from the area behind the fallen tree in this photo...

A white-tailed deer did some browsing across from Willow Island...


Sunday's trash from the Assabet included a "giant" plastic bottle and 7 "miniatures"...



Wednesday's trash from the Millers River included 84 "miniature" alcohol bottles...

Most of the trash pictured was found behind a natural trash trap where the river sweeps around a bend at a steep bank...



Today's trash from the Assabet had quite a few plastic bags...