Thursday, November 7, 2019

Upper Merrimack Above Penacook

I've been wanting to explore the Merrimack River's upper section above Penacook for awhile, and managed to spend a couple of days doing so this past Sunday and Monday.  Thanks to the Halloween storm, water levels in the river were ideal for my style of up-and-back paddling.  The gauge at Franklin Junction showed 7' on Sunday and 6.3' on Monday.

On Sunday, after driving to Penacook Village, I launched into the Contoocook River across from Duston's Island at the river's confluence with the Merrimack.   The launch site there is maintained by Briar Hydro Associates and signage is minimal, except right at the ramp itself...

Paddling to the Contoocook's Lower Falls required going around the north side of the island and past the abandoned Stratton and Co. Flour Mill...
...in order to avoid paddling up through a riffle...
The run-of-river hydro plant at the lower falls is capable of producing 4600 KW.

Turned around and let the Contoocook float me down to the 1-acre Duston's Island at the confluence of the Contoocook and Merrimack rivers.  I went ashore to visit the statue of Hannah Duston which stands on the island alongside the abandoned tracks of the old Northern Railroad...
The statue, erected in 1874 has Hannah holding a tomahawk with her right hand and a cluster of human scalps with her left hand.  Because of the events which took place here the night of March 30, 1697, Hannah Duston has been and, most likely, will be forever tied to this small island...

On that fateful night the island hosted 12 Native Americans (2 adult men, 3 adult women, and 7 children) and 3 captive Colonists (2 adult women and 1 teenage boy).  Sometime during the night the 3 Colonists awoke and killed 4 Native American adults and 6 Native American children.  One adult Native American woman and 1 child escaped with their lives.  The 3 Colonists, Hannah Duston, Mary Neff, and Samuel Leonardson took a birch-bark canoe along with 10 scalps collected from those they'd killed and headed downriver on the Merrimack...

The 3 canoeists would follow the Merrimack River some 60 miles or so down to refuge in Haverhill, MA where the 2 adult women had been taken captive several weeks earlier on March 15, 1697.

The story of Hannah Duston has had numerous versions over the ensuing years, and we may never know what really happened on that night.  Most of the accounts agree on the basic facts stated above.  One thing I do know for sure is that I would never want to spend the night on this island.

Upon leaving the island I exited the Contoocook and paddled up the Merrimack to the Muchyedo Banks...

These banks rise up some 60 to 80 feet above the river...

Intrigued by the name I thought, at first, "Muchyedo" was a Native American word.  However, my search ultimately brought me to an account by Mark Stevens in a Canterbury Church  July-August 2017 newsletter and subsequently to Genealogy of the Corser Family in America where the story of how the banks got the name "Muchyedo" is told.
According to legend a Native American, Pawgemucket, stole a settler's "stylish, ancient, velveteen go-to-meeting britches from the settler's kitchen.  Pursued by an angry mob Pawgemucket darted across the meadow to the Merrimack River "like a wild horse", then dove into the river and swam across "like a beaver" to the steep banks on the Canterbury side, where he then scrambled up the 80 foot high banks "like a squirrel".  At the top of the bank he waved the britches over his head and taunted his pursuers to come and get them.  Later Pawgemucket was asked how he managed to climb the steep and slippery loose banks.  His reply was brief and to the point: "Much ye do" to climb those banks.  Other variations of the legend suggest it was a sack of potatoes rather than britches.  Either way, it sounds perfectly reasonable to me.

Continuing upriver I passed the remains of an old panel truck...
 Went almost as far as Boscawen Town Park before turning about and returning to Penacook.

My route...


On Monday I launched from Gerrish (or North Boscawen)...
...where another sandbank lies across from the ramp...

Heading upriver I encountered a riffle after about a mile.  Working through it allowed an additional 3 miles of paddling alongside the old Northern Railroad right of way (now a rail trail) before reaching Webster Place at an intervale.  According to The History of Salisbury NH from Date of Settlement to Present Time 1890 by John J. Dearborn not far from the Webster Place cemetery Salisbury Fort was built between 1746 and 1780.  During the French and Indian Wars it was the northern most fort on the Merrimack River.

Above Webster Place and Wise's Ferry I reached a 6-acre island shown as Rachel Ingham Island on current Google maps...
...where I landed on the island's west shore for lunch...

 Across from the island's east side is the Franklin Wastewater Treatment Facility...
...which was contributing a generous amount of treated effluent to the river.

This island, about 2 miles below the Merrimack River's starting point at the confluence of the Pemigewasset and Winnipesaukee rivers, became my turnaround point.  The ride downriver to Gerrish was a swift one going with the current...
A map of my route...


As a life-long railfan I found plenty of railroad related stuff such as the old Gerrish Depot...
...and informative sign...

A nearby milepost...
...showing miles to White River Junction.

I found lodging in nearby Tilton where I also stumbled upon a kind of "caboose heaven"...








Enjoyed my time in Penacook, Boscawen, Franklin, and Tilton.  All beautiful towns and villages I'd not previously visited.  Glad I did....before winter settles in.

Oh, one more thing...some mostly plastic trash plucked from the Merrimack along the way...

Wednesday, October 30, 2019

Trash on the Grille


That's how it struck me when I emptied my trash bag yesterday.  The plastic grille was apparently the front cover of some sort of appliance.  Anyways, what little trash there was, wouldn't soon be sizzling.

Otherwise seen were herons in trees...
...and on the stump...

A pair of hawks...

A salt-water themed weather vane...
...near some fall color...

All this and a serene Fairhaven Bay...

Monday, October 28, 2019

Trash with a Message


Sunday morning, during the calm before the storm, I ventured out on the Assabet River from Maynard.  After paddling  a short distance I came upon a bottle with a message inside.  It wasn't the first time I'd encountered such a bottle. However, the others were in glass bottles with better seals for keeping the river water out.  Plastic bottles just don't seal well as almost every plastic bottle I've found in the river is partially full of water.  I believe bottle-messages traditionally were placed in a glass bottle and sealed with a cork.

This bottle was seen on the Stow side of Russell's Bridge on the Assabet...

Looking closer it was noted that some water had already leaked into the bottle and the ink was beginning to run. I pulled the note out of the bottle...
...and read the message which asked for a text message but didn't provide a phone number....oh well.  Sam's bottle took an unexpected detour at this point when, instead of flowing toward the ocean, it went further upriver from Maynard to Gleasondale with me.

About a quarter mile or so beyond the bridge a bald eagle flew over head...

Approaching Crow Island I scanned the area for the eagle...
...and sure enough, after rounding the bend in the river, there he was above the island...

A closer look...

At Sudbury Road it looked like some folks partook of some seasonal apple cider...
...only one bothered to put the cap back on the plastic container.   The message bottle now had some company in my trash bag.

Continuing upriver a hawk and his tormentor were encountered...

Fort Meadow Brook was loudly forcing its way through a debris filled box culvert...

An early Christmas Tree?...

Reached Gleasondale just as the day's predicted rain got underway.  At that point the message bottle got a ride back in the direction intended, even if only as far as Ice House Landing.  So Sam,  while your bottle's journey was relatively short, it was eventful.

Saturday, October 26, 2019

Dropping In

"Just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in". Doing so required raising the shades and brushing aside some cobwebs. So, while here, I'll hit the "New Post" tab for the first time since 2017 and post a little tribute to my trash hauling dry bag.  Was posting the same on mywaterroots.com blog when I realized it would be more appropriate here...and to be honest, I kind of miss this place.  So, in the future, posts related to intercepting trash otherwise bound for the sea will be posted here, whereas posts concerning historic water routes will continue to go on mywaterroots.com.

It's probably fair to say that most folks have a piece of equipment or perhaps a tool that they use so frequently and for so long that they just take it for granted.  The other day, while out on the river, I encountered a mess of plastic trash accumulated behind a fallen tree...
...and without thinking reached for my dry bag which I've used as a trash repository for many years.  It's usually attached to a bungee cord on my boat's deck...ever at the ready.

The bag was able to contain this much plastic...

...and while it didn't get everything, it made a dent...

The bag can also accommodate larger plastic items that are occasionally encountered...
...especially when the colors match.

I remember buying the old bag at REI for a paddling/camping trip back in 1994.  Until 2007 it was used exclusively for keeping my camping gear dry.  However, by that time it had developed a small leak and was relegated to trash hauling service.  These days the leak helps in collapsing air from the bag when it's empty which makes it easier to store on deck.  The bag measures 29" long by 14" wide and has a round bottom with a 8" diameter.  It's made of fairly heavy vinyl and more than tough enough for keeping some sketchy-looking plastic refuse contained.  I tip my hat to this old bag and wonder if it might, in fact, actually outlast me...