Saturday, November 19, 2016

Assabet Welcome

Enjoyed yet another sunny morning on the water today.  Launched at Lowell Rd. in Concord, MA and found Egg Rock looking stately (at left).

A remnant of the super moon could still be seen above the pines...

 
At the mouth of the Assabet River this great blue heron welcomed both the morning sunshine and any Assabet-ascending paddlers...

This hawk chose a lower perch upstream of Rt. 2...

A fallen tree just below the MBTA commuter rail bridge in West Concord blocks nearly the full width of the river...


The morning's modest trash haul...

Friday, November 18, 2016

Sudbury River,Traps and Signs

The great November weather we've been enjoying in southern New England continued today with bright blue skies and temperatures near 60 degrees.  Fairhaven Bay looked stunning to this paddler.

Launching into a slough leading to the Sudbury River in Lincoln, MA I quickly encountered a floating Pepsi bottle...
 ...which was attached to a rope which in turn was attached to a circular wire trap.  Inside the trap was a can of cat food, a dead hornpout, and a still alive smaller fish.  My guess is the trap is being used to procure baitfish.

Came across two political signs.  This one may have been planted before the recent rise in river level...
Another similar sign was floating nearby.

I watched a red-tailed hawk who was watching me like a hawk...

A much smaller trash haul than yesterday's...

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Assabet Brake Test

A morning launch from Cox Street in Hudson found the Assabet River flowing at a good clip thanks to recent rainfall.  Skies were trying to clear but the clouds were reluctant to leave.

Paddled down to Orchard Hill and back.

As usual this stretch put my boat's brakes to the test...

Monday, November 14, 2016

Palmer Paddlin'

Launched into the Palmer River from Providence Street in Rehoboth, MA about 3 hours after yesterday morning's high tide.  My boat and I then went with the flow as it wended its way through stands of phragmites en route to wider and saltier waters further to the south.

A pair of cormorants had this rock at the mouth of Rocky Run Brook staked out...

After passing under a busy Route 195 I reached the quieter Route 6 where the Clam Shack and its parked truck stimulated my always healthy appetite for seafood...
Unfortunately, the Clam Shack was closed for the season.

After passing under the historic location of Myles Bridge...
...the Palmer River widens as it approaches the border with Rhode Island and becomes more of a shallow bay.  My map now refers to it as the Warren River.   At the southern end of this bay the Warren is funneled under the East Bay Bike Path bridge and Route 114.  I reached this point just before the scheduled low tide expecting to find slack water, but instead found water still rushing between the bridge piers.

Lunch was taken on the Barrington side of the river just upstream of the 2 bridges.  This area is near the foot of a peninsula called New Meadow Neck and Thomas Williams Bicknell in his 1908 published Sowams:With Ancient Records of Sowams and Parts Adjacent makes the case that it was on New Meadow Neck that the Wampanoag Sachem known to colonists as Massasoit maintained his lodge.  While eating I wondered just how close his lodge site might be from where I dined.  The colonists originally called the Warren River  "Sowams River" and the Palmer River was considered its east branch.  The Barrington River entering from the peninsula's west side was considered Sowam's west branch.

After lunch the ebb finally began to slacken and I passed beneath the bridges and by the old Samsonite factory...

The Barrington River merged in from the right and both rivers then head towards Adams Point and Rumstick Point enroute to Narragansett Bay beyond...


The village of Warren, RI  on the river's east side has a waterfront busy with restaurants, marinas, a seafood plant, and this marine railway facility...
 
The Blount Small Ships fleet is berthed here...

Blount Seafood Products is also a presence...
 ...according to Wikipedia this company was founded by F. Nelson Blount who also came to own Edaville Railroad and later founded the living railroad museum Steamtown.

It being such a beauty of a day, the Warren River was soon hosting sailboats, a stand-up paddle boarder, and several powerboats.


 
However, once I began my return upriver and passed beyond Rt. 114 and the bike path, I saw but one other boater, a fellow kayaker.
 
 
Reaching Myles Bridge I realized that the tide wasn't yet ready to accompany me, and shallow conditions still prevailed...


Just beyond Myles Bridge were these barnacle-covered wooden piers that long ago supported some kind of structure spanning the river...
...perhaps a fish weir?

My choice was to wait for the tide to bring more water, or push on through the shallows in order to reach Providence Street before dark.  This I did getting to my car some 3 hours after the scheduled low tide for Barrington/Warren.  I'm guessing it would have taken another hour of so for tidewater to reach Providence Street.

Some trash gathered up along the way...
 
 
This interesting iron relic was encountered on a spit of sand...
It was propped against a stone for the photo and then returned to the sand.


Thursday, November 10, 2016

Aftermath on the Assabet

Yesterday I got out on the Assabet River in Stow and paddled through the aftermath of Tuesday's crash.  The crash I'm referring to (lest there be any confusion) is a small ultralight airplane having crashed into the river shortly after taking off from nearby Crow Island.  News reports said the pilot was able to get out of the craft and make it to shore with injuries which weren't life-threatening...a fortunate thing.

This group of mute swans probably witnessed much of what occurred...
...but they weren't talking.

So, I was left to ponder things by myself as I paddled down to Ben Smith Dam and back.  The only indications of the crash I saw were several floating pads which had been deployed to absorb fuel from the aircraft, and some small pieces of wood and plexiglass.

Elizabeth Brook was still contributing a good flow to the river...
...but things looked a bit on the dreary side at Ben Smith Dam...

The afternoon's trash haul...

Plenty to mull over.

 

Monday, November 7, 2016

Connecticut River Respite

Got as faraway as possible from all the political banter early yesterday morning by launching into the Connecticut River in Sunderland, MA.  Once on the river my choice was simple...upstream and against the wind, or downstream with the wind.  I chose the "up and against" knowing I could look forward to having the wind and current at my back for the return trip.

While figuring out which side of the river offered more shelter from the breeze, I noted a small tent on an island and saw a fellow fishing from shore alongside the tent.  Odd thing was there wasn't a boat.

I ultimately found the east side more to my liking and made slow and steady progress northward until reaching the Boston and Maine Railroad bridge connecting Montague and Deerfield...
...where I stopped for lunch with hopes a big freight train might soon make the crossing.  None did.

My return trip downriver offered views of Mt. Toby...
  ...this well-built eagle's nest...
...and quite likely the nest owner himself...

The best weather of the day coincided with seeing the eagle...

Further downriver a fellow carrying a good-sized load of gear was seen hiking along the river's east bank.  I'm fairly sure he was the same fellow I'd seen earlier camped on an island.  No idea how he got across the channel without a boat.

The tongue of one island shows the different layers of vegetation...

Soon Sugarloaf appeared...
...and my all too brief escape came to an end.

Very little trash was recovered along the way...

Thursday, November 3, 2016

Would Rivers Still Flow?

Ventured out onto the Sudbury River this morning from River Rd. in Wayland.  Tired and a bit groggy from having stayed up late watching the seventh and deciding game of the baseball World Series, I had to get out and see for myself just how different the world would look now that the Chicago Cubs are baseball's champions.  Would rivers still flow?  Birds still fly?

A peaceful, warm, and tranquil world was what I encountered.

Just before I launched, another boater, Ed, arrived and prepared to do some fishing from his fairly new Radisson...
He uses an electric motor to propel his craft... a nice set up.

Soon I was underway and heading upriver to Heard Pond Landing where fellow paddler, David, recently reported there being a new beaver dam across the full width of the river.  Beavers must have constructed it during the summer when water levels were at their lowest point...
The river has broken through on the far right side (looking upriver).

Proceeding a little further, I was stopped by this blowdown just before reaching Indian Point...

The trip back to River Rd. was fairly typical with sightings of kingfishers, red-tailed hawks, a marsh hawk, and several blue herons.  However, between the Greenways and Pelham Island Road a large bird flew towards me from downriver.  I'd just put my sunglasses on and, by the time I'd removed them to better see my camera's screen, the eagle was above my head.  I could only aim the camera and click...
Eagle sightings continue to increase (even around these parts).

My trash haul included a small snowsled...
...serving as a trash toboggan.