Sunday, March 30, 2025

Back to Latitude 42

 



After enjoying some more hospitable paddling conditions in The Commonwealth of Virginia/Latitude 37 it was back to Latitude 42 for me this past week and our more seasonably cool and breezy conditions.

On Thursday after launching from a now ice-free Lincoln (MA) Canoe Launch I visited some of my familiar haunts such as Martha's Point (above photo) on the Sudbury River:

The stone boathouse at Fairhaven Bay's north end...

At the bay's northeast corner I found water levels high enough for paddling into Well Meadow...


Lee's Bridge to the south...


Near the bridge I ran into a fellow paddler and river-regular Jeff P in his uniquely-shaped Zastera kayak...


These riverside sugar maples no longer sported their galvanized buckets perhaps meaning the 2025 sap season is behind us...

Trash recovered from the Sudbury included several plastic bags of clothes and a hard hat...




On Saturday Mrs. Trashpaddler and I joined with fellow paddler Oz and several of his family members who volunteered to scout access to a large trash trap on the Nashua River...

   
The scouting will help us in planning a future cleanup of this spot.  To reach the trash trap we hiked 3/4 of a mile across an area known as the "Flats" and noticed quite a bit of plastic trash laying on the ground.  It apparently had been left behind when the river recently overflowed its banks.  

The youngest member of our group proudly stands with some trash she helped collect...
...which included the usual plastic water/beverage containers as well as a plastic container of motor oil.

Additionally there were 78 "nip" bottles...



Sunday, March 23, 2025

Capt. Smith, Chickahominy, and Werowocomoco

 

This past week found me paddling on the Chickahominy River alongside some ancient-looking cypress trees (photo above), and on the York River (photo below) both in the Commonwealth of Virginia...


Over the winter I'd read Captain John Smith's two first-hand accounts of his first winter (1607-1608) in and around the Jamestown settlement: his 1608 True Relation of Such Occurrences..., and his 1624 General History of Virginia. I also studied Smith's well-made map of Virginia published in 1612 (note north is to the right side of map)...


This resulted in a road trip to Virginia in hopes of experiencing first-hand some of Captain Smith's stomping grounds.  Last year I visited the place where Samuel Champlain spent his first winter in North America (1604-1605).  As explorers, they were contemporaries; Champlain in his 30s and Smith in his late 20s.

I decided to check off an item from my bucket list along the way: driving the full length of the Delmarva peninsula and the 17.6 miles across the mouth of Chesapeake Bay via the Chesapeake Bay Bridge - Tunnel considered to be one of the seven man-made wonders of the world. I doubt I'll ever experience anything quite like it again...


The bridge-tunnel runs between Cape Charles and Cape Henry depicted on Smith's map...


Once in Virginia my 3 objectives were: 
1. Visit the 1607 James Fort in Historic Jamestowne.
2. Paddle some of the Chickahominy River where Captain Smith nearly lost his life. 
3. Paddle to the former Native American village, Werowocomoco, on the York River.

All of my objectives were within this area of Smith's map...
        The X marks the approximate spot of Captain Smith's capture on the Chickahominy River.


At Jamestown Rediscovery (Historic Jamestowne) I entered the original 1607 fort location...


 There I found Captain Smith prominently on display (#8 on map) looking upon the James River...

A closer look...

A nearby plaque provides a description of this complex figure...

Not too far from Smith was this statue of Pocahontas...

The Voorhees Archaearium Archaeology Museum has on display many recovered artifacts.


The Chickahominy River played a prominent part in Captain Smith's late 1607 misadventure. He'd ventured up the Chickahominy River several times in order to obtain corn from the Chickahominy people.  The corn was needed by the Jamestown settlers for their survival.  Once enough corn had been obtained he decided to make one more trip of an exploratory nature up the river with a crew of 8 men. When they'd passed the last Chickahominy village the river became too shallow for their vessel.  Like many a paddler he had to see what was around the next bend in the river...so he left his vessel and 6 of its crewmen behind, and along with 2 Englishmen and 2 Chickahominy men, got into a dugout canoe.  The 5 of them then paddled another 12 miles or so further upriver to where Smith and a Chickahominy man went ashore.  This historical marker tells the story...

Unbeknownst to Smith the two Englishmen who'd accompanied him had been killed before Smith's capture, and Smith was about to share their fate when according to his 1624 account the following took place: Smith thought to show Indian leader Opechancanough his "round ivory double compass Dyall. Much they marvailed at the playing of the Fly and needle, which they could see so plainly, and yet not touch it, because of the glass that covered them.  But when demonstrated by that Globe-like jewell, the roundness of the earth and skies, the sphere of the Sunne, Moone, and Starres, and how the Sunne did chase the night round about the world continually; the greatnesse of the Land and Sea, the diversitie of Nations, varietie of complexions, and how we were to them Antipodes, and many other such like matters, they all stood as amazed with admiration.  Notwithstanding, within an houre after they tyed him to a tree, and as many as could stand about him prepared to shoot him, but the King holding up the compass in his hand, they all laid downe their Bows and Arrowes, and in a triumphant manner led him to Orapaks, where he was after their manner kindly feasted, and well used." 

In Smith's 1608 account of this incident he describes the device as only a "compasse diall" whereas in his 1624 account he provided more detail "a round ivory double compass Dyall" and it being a "Globe-like jewell".  

An article The Adventures of Captain John Smith, Pocahontas, and a Sundial by Sara J. Schechner, Ph.D. Harvard University Dept. of the History of Science makes the case that the device was "a type of pocket sundial made in Europe and contained in a hollow ivory sphere.  When opened, one hemisphere contained a magnetic compass whose wire needle was glued to the underside of a card painted with a wind rose.  The card - or - fly spun on a pivot and indicated north.  The fly was protected by glass held down by a brass volvelle that showed phases of the moon and could be used to determine the time of the tides or to convert the sundial into a moon dial.  The exterior of the ivory sphere was often ornamented with delicate patterns, or, as in Smith's example, could be inscribed with the great celestial circles - i.e., the ecliptic, the equator, the Tropic of Cancer and Capricorn, Arctic and Antarctic circles, and the colures - demarcating the path of the sun and planets in the heavens.  Smith's sundial was a powerful token, a model of the universe he could hold in the palm of his hand." 
 
Obviously this device was way more than a simple pocket compass, and in my opinion in the early 1600s it would have been the equivalent to today's smart phones or GPS devices.  Without this seemingly magical device having been in Smith's pocket it is highly doubtful that he would have lived another day!

In order to experience paddling on the Chickahominy River I chose to launch from the Chickahominy Riverfront Park in Williamsburg, VA.  The park is located at the confluence of the James and Chickahominy rivers about 8 miles upriver from Jamestowne. Blustery winds out of the north made a 
7-mile loop paddle around Gordon Island a good choice.  The route was via Gordon Creek, Nayses Bay, and Nettles Creek back to the Chickahominy.  I read about this loop on the Virginia Water Trails website. Ideal when done with a mid-day high tide which I had.  A map of the loop...

The Chickahominy people are described on this plaque located further upriver in Sandston, VA...

Wildlife encountered along the Chickahominy included this bald eagle...
...and this osprey...

Upon completing the loop the now falling tide and stiff north wind helped convey me back to my starting point...
Leaving the park I passed this historical marker...


Captain Smith's captivity saw him being marched away from the Chickahominy River and over the next several days to various Native American villages before finally arriving at the principal Powhatan village, Werowocomoco...
Smith described the Powhatan leader Wahunsonacock's regal stature as: "himself as upon a Throne at the upper ende of the house, with such a Majestie as I cannot express, nor yet have often seene, either in Pagan or Christian."  It was at Werowocomoco that Smith believed his life was saved a second time when Wahunsonacock's daughter, Pocahontas, interceded and asked her father to spare Smith's life.

Because there's no way at present to visit Werowocomoco by land I decided to visit the fabled village by boat, launching into the tidal York River at Cappahosic...

...and paddling with the incoming tide about 2.5 miles upriver to Purtan Bay...
Confirmation that I was in the approximate area was this National Park Service boundary marker...
Since 2016 the 264-acre site has been owned by the NPS but is not yet open to the public.

I briefly made landfall just outside of the boundary...
...and later passed what appeared to be another access point along the York River shoreline...


With the last of my 3 objectives now complete I thoroughly enjoyed paddling downriver back to the small  beach at Cappahosic.  Is there anything better than having accomplished your goals and paddling into an almost summerlike breeze with temps in the upper 60s? ....



Only this very modest amount of plastic trash was encountered in my time on these waters...


Captain Smith returned to England in 1609 and never returned to Virginia   He died in England in 1631 at the age of 51 years old...





  


Wednesday, March 12, 2025

Normalcy On the River

 

Yesterday found me feeling the way I suspect baseball fans feel on Opening Day.  For them it's the sound of bat hitting ball...for me it was seeing a new cycle of life getting underway on the Assabet River in Stow, MA.  I was also grateful to have made it through another New England winter.  So while everything else these days seems topsy-turvy the river provided a welcome sense of normalcy.

Conditions on the water were ideal: a cloudless sky, temperatures in the mid 60's F, a southerly breeze, and no ice or snow to contend with (photo above).

These common mergansers were pleased...


A beaver went about its work...


An adult eagle stayed in its nest hopefully keeping some eggs warm...


Trash included 7 "nip" bottles, some miscellaneous plastic packaging, and a discarded sign from last  fall's election...



Thursday, March 6, 2025

Welcome Signs On the Concord River

  



Wasn't expecting much more than just a chance to get out on the Concord River yesterday in Concord, MA.  Had to get creative upon finding the Calf Pasture boat launch iced over and even extra slippery due to a brief morning shower.  A little further up the trail I found a thawed strip of ground along a small stream which allowed me ice-free access to the river.  Before heading downriver took a look at a still wintry looking Egg Rock (photo above).  

Here's a look at the still iced over Calf Pasture boat launch...


The light rain soon ended but left behind a layer of misty fog which shrouded the Old North Bridge...

...and the Monument Street Bridge...


A slowly building south wind soon swept the fog away and the temperature quickly rose from the upper 30s to the mid 50s F as my boat and I drifted down to Brewster's cabin site and back.  It felt balmy!

Usually around this time of year I hear my favorite sound of spring...the call of a red-winged blackbird (heard but often not seen).  Yesterday it was the opposite as this red-winged blackbird was seen going about his business among some tree-limb buds without so much as a peep...


Another sign of spring was this common grackle? exhibiting some cool blue coloring...


Ducks of many types were seen including one group whose wingbeats sounded like whistling.  Couldn't get close enough to identify them...possibly goldeneyes?

Trash once again had a seasonal theme with another empty bag of ice-melt...

Blackbirds and empty ice-melt bags are for me small but welcome signs that spring is soon to be upon us.