Friday, May 16, 2025

Sudbury River's Got Moxie

Launched this past Tuesday morning at Sherman's Bridge in Wayland, MA where water levels in the Sudbury River were found to be still on the high side...


This left me cautiously optimistic that I might be able to float over the top of the sheet-piling barrier where the waters of Pantry Brook enter the river...

Approached slowly and found passage into the Pantry Brook Wildlife Management Area was mine for the taking.  Just inside the barrier I watched a northern water snake swim across my path...


The WMA area opens into a large expanse of marshland and is only accessible by boat during periods of unusually high water levels...


A cormorant used a wood duck nest box for a diving board...


A group of white-tailed deer were seen grazing along the shore...


Once back on the Sudbury River I was able to paddle right up to the earthen dam holding back Farrar Pond in Lincoln, MA...


Further downriver Lee's Bridge shadowed a kayaker's passage...


The day was a beauty with a brisk and refreshing breeze.  Went ashore at Brooke/Scout's Island...


 

On Thursday under cloudy skies and eventual rain showers I headed up the Sudbury River from Rt. 20 in Wayland with hopes of entering Heard Pond.  

Approaching Pelham Island Road Bridge ...


Arriving at the spot where I'd exit the river I found an unobstructed passageway leading to the pond...

...which soon opened before me...

The high water levels allowed for a circumnavigation of the pond's island...
...which is about the same size as Fairhaven Bay's Brooke Island.  

Back on July 31, 1859 Henry David Thoreau boated upriver to Saxonville, and in passing today's Heard Pond wrote in his journal..."We could not now detect any passage into Pelham Pond, which at the nearest, near the head of this reach, came within thirty rods of the river." (Journal entry found on the Walden Woods Project website.)


My two outings on the Sudbury River this week provided 2 eagle encounters:
One with an eaglet in the river's long-time nest...

...the other with an adult eagle who kept a close eye on me...
I'm wondering if this eagle might be the same "dark-eyed" eagle I often see on the Assabet River.

Trash on Tuesday consisted of flotsam most of which was found in the shallow waters around Sherman's Bridge where it had previously been litter on dry ground.  More plastic bags of clothes were found in the river below Lee's Bridge...


Thursday's trash, in addition to two dozen "nip" bottles, had an empty quart-bottle of Moxie possibly dating from the 1920s...


The Moxie bottle with A.B.CO. on the base...

According to an article on the Society of Historical Archaeology website by Bill Lockhart and Bob Brown, "So, Moxie bottles with the 'A.B. Co.' and no date codes can be dated between 1914 and 1925."
If correct this means the bottle is possibly 100 years old and despite all those years looks pretty good...perhaps an aftereffect of its original contents?




Sunday, May 11, 2025

Access Thanks to High Water

 

Almost immediately upon entering the Sudbury River's Cut-off Oxbow this past Wednesday I was thankful for the relatively high water level in the river (7.8' at Saxonville gauge).  Thus, instead of just having the usual options of paddling either upriver or downriver from the end of Little Farms Road in Framingham, MA, I was provided with a third choice which was to detour from the river's main channel and enter the mile-long cut-off oxbow.  Soon after entering the oxbow's upriver entrance I noted what looked to be a dead or possibly sleeping deer.  Before I could grab my camera, the animal awoke and I found myself eye to eye with an adult coyote.  This guy seemed to have an unusually large front quarter compared to his hind quarter.  Looked more wolf-like than most of the coyotes I've encountered. We went  our separate ways. 

The coyote was probably taking advantage of all the creatures using the oxbow as a nursery these days.  There was a heron rookery of about 10 nests.  Almost all, including this one, were occupied...


 The rookery brought to mind Dr. Seuss...


 An unattended egg-laden ground nest perhaps of Canada geese...


Ducklings were here and there as well...


Sadly this good-sized snapping turtle didn't survive his last winter...


An immature hawk...

...having to cope with being buzzed by what I believe is a tree swallow...

The Oxbow (cut-off since the 1950s) provided this paddler with a unique experience: plenty of wildlife, a reduced/relaxed current, and a sense of solitude not often found.  I felt like a guest in a place unintentionally set aside for other creatures by humans who  preferred taking the shorter, more direct route through the cut. On July 31,1859 Henry David Thoreau boated up the Sudbury River and upon reaching the Oxbow Thoreau noted in his journal: "At about one mile below Saxonville the river winds from amid high hills and commences a great bend called the Ox-Bow. Across the neck of this bend, as I paced it is scarcely twenty rods, while it must be (as I judged by looking, and was told) a mile or more around. Fishermen and others are accustomed to drag their boats overland here, it being all hard land on this neck. A man by the bridge below had warned us of this cut-off, which he said would save us an hour." A few days later on August 3rd he noted "The most remarkable bend between Framingham and the Dam (Billerica) is the Ox-Bow in Framingham".  These Thoreau journal entries were found on the Walden Woods Project's website.

Map showing the Oxbow...


Following completion of the mile-long loop I found myself back at my starting point. From there I headed upriver against a steady current.  Noted a school bus was now in the parking lot and groups of students and their instructors were dispersed along the riverside nature trail...


Went up as far as Cochituate Brook...
...where the high water allowed me to get within sight of the School Street bridge...


Back on the Sudbury River and heading downriver I passed beneath the Danforth Street Bridge originally built in 1890...
Today it survives for use by pedestrians only.  

At the downriver end of my visit was the Stone Bridge...
...where this historical marker at the bridge's east end notes the passage of Colonel Knox's "noble train of artillery" in early 1776...


Additional rainfall on Friday and Saturday raised water levels still higher.  When the rain finally stopped on Saturday afternoon the Assabet River's gauge at Maynard had risen to 4 feet leading me to wonder if paddling over the tops of beaver dams in Nashoba and Fort Pond brooks might be possible.
To find out I launched into Warner's Pond in West Concord, MA...

 ...and headed to where Nashoba Brook enters the pond.  Paddled up the swollen brook to the confluence of the two brooks (Fort Pond Brook to left, Nashoba Brook to the right)...
Just beyond the confluence is where the Bruce Freeman Rail Trail crosses over both Nashoba Brook and Route 2.  Any thoughts of heading up Nashoba Brook were dashed by inadequate headroom under the odd looking I-beam structure...
Fort Pond Brook was my only option and upon reaching the abandoned roadway bridge I saw the substantial beaver dam blocking the brook just above the abandoned bridge (photo shows how it looked last December)... 


...was now completely submerged thanks to all the rain...
This allowed me to paddle over it and into the valley which envelops the brook...
 

Red-winged blackbird males were intent on being seen...

...and competing with each other

Followed Fort Pond Brook's winding course for about 0.75 miles...
The swift current and a gusty breeze made the trip back to Warner's Pond almost effortless.

Map showing Warner's Pond, Fort Pond and Nashoba brooks...

 

Trash of a plastic nature snatched from the Sudbury River/Cochituate Brook on Wednesday...


Trash from Warner's Pond/Fort Pond Brook on Saturday included a red rocket, Mylar balloon and an empty bag of "Scorch" ice melt...




Monday, May 5, 2025

A May Doubleheader

 

Kicked off the month of May on Thursday with a paddle on the Mighty Merrimack launching from Methuen, MA.

Headed up the river's north side passing along this riverbank wall of tires...

Somebody had their carpets cleaned and was being reminded to wipe their feet...


Went as far as Richardson Brook (Trout Brook) which drops in beneath Merrimack Ave in Dracut, MA...


Here I crossed over to the other side of the river at Trull Brook Golf Club before hugging the river's south side back down to Methuen.  The Trull Brook GC would be in the news the following day when an off-duty Massachusetts State Police officer, while boating, found the body of a missing 4-year old boy who'd fallen into the river about 3 miles upstream on April 19th.  


Yesterday, on a quiet Sunday morning, I paddled the much smaller Assabet River in Concord, MA...


Came across this flattened plastic crate...

...named for a place I've paddled to at the confluence of the Kennebec and Sebasticook rivers in Winslow, ME.  The crate may have been used to transport chickens.  The company went out of business in 1981.  

An immature hawk seemed intent on drying its wings...


Turned around in West Concord just in time to see this "doubleheader" commuter train cross the river...



The week's flotsam included this batch of phthalate-rich plastic containers from the Merrimack River...

...and this collection from the Assabet River...