Friday, October 31, 2025

Cochituate Connections

 

This past week found me out on the Sudbury River where the USGS gauge reading of 5.5 feet at Saxonville had me expecting more water depth than I ultimately found.  Launched from Little Farms Road where the Carol Getchell Nature Trail was undergoing construction/renovation work.  Due to the construction project the access upstream of the short rocky section was fenced-off so I went downriver passing through Stone's Bridge along the way...

Less than a mile downriver I turned around where a fallen tree blocked my passage.  There I came across this swamped metal boat with swivel seating...


Once back at Little Farms it was either tow my boat through the short rapids and continue upriver, or go home. I towed my boat...
...and paddled upriver alongside the aforementioned Carol Getchell Nature Trail up to and under the non-vehicular Danforth Street Bridge...

Ventured just a tad into Cochituate Brook...
...and gave some thought to the meaning of the Native American word "cochituate".  Josiah Temple in his History of Framingham published in 1887 attributes the word being applied by Thomas Mayhew, Peter Noyes, and Edmund Rice in their record of the laying out of Mrs Glover's Farm in 1644: "The southwest bounds are the little river that issueth out of the Great Pond at Cochituate".  Temple writes that "the term Cochituate was applied by the early white settlers, as it was by the natives, not to the water, but to the site of the large Indian village on the borders and near the outlet of the pond. Cochituate...the word signifies, "place of the rushing torrent", or "wild, dashing brook," referring to the outlet in time of high water.

Reaching the pond's outlet via the brook would not be practical, but it did remind me of how long it's been since I last visited the "Great Pond at Cochituate".  

I returned to the river and paddled further upstream to where the bridge abutment of the abandoned Saxonville Branch of the Boston and Albany Railroad can be seen...

On the opposite side of the river and close to the Concord Street Bridge this old stone stairway leads down to the river...
...leaving me to wonder if, perhaps, baptisms were performed here.

This pair of mallards seemed unaware that duck hunting season is open...
...or perhaps they know that hunting isn't allowed in Massachusetts on Sundays.
 

Made it around Otter Neck as far as the Saxonville gauge station...

...where I got a closer look at the gauge noting it showed the level to be about a foot less than what the website indicated...


On Tuesday I returned to the Cochituate area with plans to launch at the North Lake Cochituate but the gate was closed.  As I drove a little further west on Route 30 an adult bald eagle circled twice above my car with its legs and talons lowered.  A good omen?
   
Launched instead at Cochituate State Park where a great boat launch provides easy access for both trailered and hand-launched boats...
This facility also has a porta-potty and trash containers...a five star rating from me.

Once on the water I paddled under the Mass Pike and Route 30 to Cochituate's north pond...
...hoping to see the eagle again.  Instead I ran into this osprey with his catch...


On the pond's west side a northeast wind nudged my boat and me towards the outlet dam where exiting water falls into Cochituate Brook...
...and where the Indian village mentioned by Josiah Temple may have been located. Temple in his History of Framingham provided this account by a Mr. James Brown, who was born near by, and was often on the spot.  Brown recalled "I have been in the old Indian fort which stood on the highest point of the hill south of the outlet of Long Pond, a great many times.  It used to include about an acre and a half of land.  A circular bank of earth with ditch outside, the whole about four feet high, enclosed it; and there was a raised mound in the centre, made I suppose for a lookout.  There were several cellar holes-'granaries'-inside the bank.  It was woods all around; but this place was always bare.  It was first plowed up by Col. James Brown, who levelled the bank, filled up the holes, sowed rye, and made it into a pasture.  There was an Indian weir in the brook, at the foot of the bluff, a little way down from the outlet."  Temple added that "the number of large granaries shows that immense quantities of shad and salmon were caught, dried and stored here in the spring, for use in time of need."

With Tuesday's building northeast wind funneling fetch towards the outlet, I wasn't able to get close enough for a photo.  This photo I took of the 2-stage outlet back in June 2010...
Was the fish weir down there beyond the lower dam?  Today, the area to the south of the pond's outlet is used by vehicles leaving or entering the Mass Pike to or from Route 30.  A cluster of solar panels stands within the traffic loop.  
  
Prior to 1846 this body of water was known as Long Pond as this 1831 map of Framingham by Jonas Clayes and Warren Nixon (found on the Leventhal Map and Education Center website) shows...

Note the map is oriented with east at the top.  Cochituate Brook can be seen winding its way from the pond's outlet to the Sudbury River in Saxonville near the oxbow once known as Otter Neck.  According to information found on the Massachusetts Water Resource Authority's (MWRA) website the City of Boston, in the 1840s, was in need of an additional source of drinking water. Subsequently in the mid-1840s a dam was built at Long Pond's outlet raising the water level some 9 feet or so thus creating the Lake Cochituate Reservoir. Long Pond became known from that day to this as Lake Cochituate.  

The 14-mile long Cochituate Aqueduct was also built to convey the water to Boston.  The intake, or gatehouse, for the aqueduct still stands on the pond's east shore.  It was built in 1848 as part of the project and was capable of sending up to 10 million gallons of water per day to Boston up until 1951 when the reservoir was relegated to back-up status...

Also in the mid-1840s the Saxonville Branch of the Boston and Worcester Railroad was built alongside the newly created Lake Cochituate.  A triangular-shaped culvert beneath the old right of way allows boat passage from Cochituate's middle pond into the south pake...
The 4-mile long right of way is now a paved multi-use trail.

I entered the south pond...
...and paddled around its tiny island...
...before heading back to the takeout.




 Trash from Sunday on the Sudbury River...

Trash from Tuesday on Lake Cochituate...


 

Saturday, October 25, 2025

Where Rivers and "Nip" Bottles Meet

 

Whenever I paddle the Nashua River downstream from the "Meeting of the Waters" in Lancaster, MA there are almost always two things I can count on.  One is a fallen tree across the river which will determine where my upriver or downriver progress comes to an end.  The second is that considerable amounts of plastic containers will be present...especially "nip" bottles.  This past Tuesday and Thursday I paddled the stretch between Roper's Brook on the river's north branch and Pine Hill on the river's main stem.  This modified 1950 map from the UNH Dimond Library shows the area...

  

On Tuesday I launched from Seven Bridge Road and paddled a mile or so downriver alongside Pine Hill and then upriver to a blowdown about 0.75 miles above Seven Bridge Road. Wore an orange vest over my PFD since there were some duck hunters in the area.

Despite the fallen trees and plastic trash, this stretch is beautiful...


...and provides a place where one can truly get away from it all...

On Thursday I launched further upriver in Lancaster right across Route 70 from where the Rowlandson Garrison House stood in the 1600s...


Pushed off from under the CSX railroad bridge and headed down the North Branch of the Nashua River...

It's just a short distance to the "Meeting of the Waters" where the Nashua's north and south branches converge.  Looking back at the confluence from under Center Bridge Road fallen trees can be seen blocking access to the south branch (on the left) whereas the north branch (to the right) is more navigable...

From Center Bridge I went downriver on the Nashua's main stem to the point where a sizable blowdown had blocked my upriver progress on Tuesday...

Returning back upriver and past the "Meeting of the Waters" I once again ascended the north branch...
...as far as Roper's Brook which is fairly close to where the Rowlandson family lived...


 The trash recovered on Tuesday included 130 "nip" bottles...


Thursday's trash included 63 "nip" bottles...


Thus there were 193 "nip" bottles in just 3 miles of river.   Of the 2041 "nips" I've picked up so far in 2025, 1662 have come from the Nashua River.

On the Container Recycling Institute's website I came across an article by Beck Wehner of WWLP.com that mentioned the Massachusetts city of North Adams starting a pilot program where, beginning on November 1st, they'll pay five-cents for each clean and empty "nip" bottle that is returned.  The article states "North Adams officials hope that this pilot program demonstrates how a bottle bill could prevent nip bottle litter in neighborhoods and streets."  Presently the Massachusetts Bottle Bill doesn't include "nip" bottles.  Perhaps the Nashua River communities of Clinton, Fitchburg, and Leominster will consider following North Adams' lead by placing a redemption value on "nip" bottles.  
 

Sunday, October 19, 2025

Much Needed Water with a Pesky Wind

 


This past week brought our first nor'easter of the season, and with it came plenty of gusty winds which lingered several days past the storm's departure.  The storm left me needing to find places to paddle that had enough water and, at the same time, provided some shelter from gusty north winds.  On Sunday morning, in the last hours of calm before the storm, I got out on the Assabet River in Stow, MA.   Post-storm on Thursday I paddled the Assabet River in Concord, MA, and my paddling week ended on Friday with a visit to South Meadow Pond in Clinton, MA.  It was there that I found the most sheltered and most colorful foliage (above photo) of the week.

Sunday morning the Assabet River in Stow had adequate water depth up to the Route 62 bridge in Gleasondale where such depth disappeared...


 Along the way I'd passed this riverside military tank...

...participating in a battle reenactment of some sort.

One usual sight now found to be missing was the Assabet River eagle nest...
...which as recently as this past spring had produced eaglets.

Post-storm on Thursday I paddled to the Egg Rock inscription in Concord...
...where water levels were noted to have risen from the recent rain event.  There appeared to be just enough water for paddling up to West Concord.  My boat and I to made it about 3 miles up to the MBTA railroad bridge in West Concord where it became too shallow... 

Along the way I passed under this game camera mounted to a tree which had subsequently fallen across the river...

Also encountered this mink (or perhaps small otter)...


On Friday I went west into Worcester County where I found less windy post-storm conditions in South Meadow Pond in Clinton...
The boat launch there allows access to Mossy Pond and Coachlace Pond in addition to South Meadow Pond.  Back in 1830, when this area was part of Lancaster, a map drawn by James G. Carter found on the Norman B. Leventhal Map and Education Center shows one pond, 35-acre Mossy Pond, where the three ponds are today...

The map also shows the course of the nearby Nashua River's south branch before the creation of Wachusett Reservoir. The waters of South Meadow Pond enter the Nashua River's south branch downstream of the present Wachusett Reservoir.

After launching I paddled towards the railroad culvert allowing passage into Coachlace Pond...

Arrived there just in time to see CSX RR freight-train M427 pass over the culvert I'd just passed under...

The train's 3 locomotives had 126 cars in tow and was moving right along towards Worcester.

Headed down the length of Coachlace Pond to its north end outlet...
...before returning to South Meadow Pond and then over to Mossy Pond...
 

 Mossy also had this reminder of saltier waters...


Back on South Meadow I decided to do a short portage across South Meadow Road to experience, for the first time, the part of the pond cut-off from the rest.  Two tributaries enter this section of the pond, one from the north...

...and the other from the pond's southwest corner...

Here the clear water entering from South Meadow Brook contrasted sharply with the opaque clay-colored water at this end of the pond.  A long-used landfill abutting the pond's south end was capped back in the 1990s and additional work is ongoing.  Barriers such as this appear to have been installed to prevent groundwater beneath the landfill from entering the pond...

The colors of fall reflected in the clay-colored water...

 
Came across a couple of venerable-looking turtles sunbathing in Coachlace Pond.  One's just letting it all hang out...

...while the other seemed indifferent to all...

A pair of ducks appeared that didn't match any of my guidebooks...


Trash from Sunday...

...included this 8-ounce glass jug made by Turner Glass most likely in the 1920s and perhaps contained vinegar or apple cider...

Trash from Thursday...


Trash from Friday (Coachlace Pond's outlet end)...

...and South Meadow and Mossy ponds...