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...





    


Friday, October 10, 2025

Quinsigamond and a "Nippy" Nashua

 


Lake Quinsigamond, situated between Shrewsbury and Worcester, MA, has plenty of what many smaller rivers are lacking of late...water.  On Tuesday morning I launched into the lake's east side from the Leo R. Corazzini Memorial Boat Launch in Shrewsbury.  After exploring the lake's north end I passed beneath Route 290 and looked down Quinsigamond under cloudy skies...
While paddling along the lake's west shore I saw this unmanned canoe moving against the wind...
Had me puzzled until I saw bubbles and then a scuba diver's air tank breaking the surface as he was towing the canoe...
I'm not sure what the diver was looking for but I have read accounts of divers having found Native American "mishoons" or dugout canoes submerged in Quinsigamond.  If I recall correctly the dugouts were found to have been weighted-down with rocks, perhaps as a way to store them over the winter.  

The cloud cover was mostly gone as I reached the lake's narrowest part...

Past the Route 9 bridge (opening photo) are several islands with this one being the smallest...

A blue heron patrolled the shoreline with a hint of fall foliage behind him...


On Thursday I paddled a bit of the Nashua River in Harvard, MA...

...where there was a real chill in the air...temperatures in the 40's F and a brisk NW breeze...

The railroad trestle near Still River Depot Road stood ready and waiting...

...to convey a parked CSXT train M427 from one side of the river to the other...
...upon the arrival of its new crew.  Four locomotives would be used in pulling more than 100 freight cars southward to Worcester and eventually Selkirk, NY.  This recently placed structure sits across from where the old depot stood...
...appreciated by newly arriving or departing train crews?

 
 


Trash from Quinsigamond on Tuesday came mostly from the lake's north end...

Oddest thing I came across in Quinsigamond was this empty 1.75-liter container which had been re-purposed as a fishing "bobber"...
...making it the biggest "bobber" I've ever seen.

Thursday's trash from the Nashua River included 107 "nip" bottles...


 
 

Wednesday, October 8, 2025

Scraping Bottom on the Concord

 

On Sunday morning there were numerous indicators of just how low water levels have become on the Concord River.  At the Egg Rock inscription there was plenty of dry real estate in front of it.

Downriver and past the Old North Bridge pipes which once conveyed liquids to the river were now exposed...

Further along another pipe, usually submerged, presently conveys treated wastewater into the river...


The many Canada geese on the river seemed more vocal than usual...perhaps because of this immature eagle...

...who was seen at several spots about a mile or two apart.

Another paddler mentioned his concern that his canoe's bow passenger might be seen by the eagle as a "lunch nugget"...


My turnaround spot was Brewter's Woods where a bit of fall foliage greeted me...

The pond behind the hill had lost most of its water...

Two critters that didn't seem to mind the low water levels were this egret...
...and this killdeer...

Not much trash of a floatable nature...with some exposed glass bottles...




Saturday, October 4, 2025

Kinda Like a Snow Day

 

Woke up on Friday morning with plans to attend a mid-morning appointment...until a 7am text told me the appointment was cancelled.  For me it was kinda like a school-aged kid gifted with a "snow day"!  Then it was a "drop-of-the-hat" paddle on the Nashua River (above photo) from Petapawag in Groton, MA.

On my way downriver I stopped briefly at the Marion Stoddart Kiosk which tells the story of Marion's decades-long advocacy for the Nashua River....

...


The kiosk also has a depiction of a Native American spearfishing at Lake Potanipo's outlet to the Nissitisset River (a tributary to the Nashua)...

It's the artwork of Mark Fountain.

Further downriver, and close to the take-out for portage around the dam, stands this crudely-built "A" Frame labeled with the inviting words  "Welcome...Sit, Relax, Enjoy"...

While I generally admire "A" Frames this one isn't the "A" Frame of my dreams.

Finally reached the dam at Babbitasset Falls (aka East Pepperell)...


On Wednesday I briefly re-visited Fairhaven Bay to see what the status of the swamped canoe was.  Found the canoe on solid ground at the Lincoln Canoe Launch...

...where it had been moved by someone, perhaps the owner?  Some of the gear was missing.

The weather this past week could not have been better...plain and simple!  I envy those who picked the week for camping. 

Only a small amount of trash was encountered...



Thursday, October 2, 2025

Waylaid at Wicasee


Had an idyllic day this past Monday for paddling around the above pictured Wickasee Island (aka Tyng's Island) in the Merrimack River.  I was returning to where I had paddled the previous week and found myself wondering about the canal lock that long ago served in helping boats navigate around the rapids known as Wicasee Falls.  I'd recently stumbled upon "A Plan of Dunstable and Tyngsborough (Massachusetts towns)" drawn by surveyor John G. Hales back in 1831.  The plan was found on the Norman B. Leventhal Map and Education Center's website...


Shown clearly within the area depicted on the plan is Wickasee Island, Wiccassee Falls, and the canal around the island, along with the lock and lock-tender's house.  Also within the area depicted on the plan, upriver-traveling boaters John and Henry Thoreau in 1839 encountered two fellows hoping to gain passage aboard their boat.  The incident is described by Henry D. Thoreau in his book A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers.  Thoreau's description of the event begins with the longest sentence I've ever read...133 words.  As I understand it, the Thoreau brothers opted not to utilize the canal as  fifteen years earlier, in 1824, the creation of the Pawtucket Dam in Lowell submerged Wicassee Falls.  Thus in 1839, the lock and canal were, for the most part, redundant.  Subsequently, they rowed past the canal and remained in the river's main channel hugging the island's west shore to avoid the current.  Working their way upriver they kept the submerged rocks of Wicasee Falls to their left.  This rock poking above the surface is one of the few remaining signs of Wicassee Falls...


This small hill that rises on the island might be where John and Henry were hailed by two men...
Thoreau describes them as "two men who looked as if they had just run out of Lowell, where they had been waylaid by the Sabbath, meaning to go to Nashua (about 8 miles upriver)."  The men "called out from the high bank above our heads to know if we would take them as passengers, as if this was the street they had missed; that they might sit and chat and drive away the time, and so at last find themselves in Nashua." The Thoreau brothers explained that their boat was already loaded to capacity "and moreover required to be worked, for even it did not progress against the stream without effort; so we were obliged to deny them passage".   Nonetheless the two fellows ran along the shore trying to keep up with the boat until they ran out of real estate at the island's north tip...

As the Thoreau brothers rowed away from the island they watched as the two men came to the realization, perhaps for the first time, that they were on an island. Henry wrote "They ran about like ants on a burning brand..."  Thoreau also surmised how he thought the men got onto the island "probably crossed upon the locks below."   After rowing a mile or so above the island John and Henry may have made camp near the present-day American Legion Hall in Tyngsborough...
Their Sunday had been a long and tiring day starting early from where they'd camped alongside the river in Billerica.  They'd guided their boat down the Concord River through the Fordway to North Billerica where they left the river and entered the Middlesex Canal for 6 miles to Middlesex Village.  There, despite it being the Sabbath (when recreation on Sundays was frowned upon), a friendly lock-tender lowered them down through the locks and into the Merrimack River. Then came more rowing, now against the current, up to and past Wickasee Island. Once encamped they "were kept awake by the boisterous sport of some Irish laborers on the railroad, wafted to us over the water, still unwearied and unresting on this seventh day, who would not have done with whirling up and down the track with ever increasing velocity and still reviving shouts, till late in the night." (the Lowell and Nashua Railroad was being built across the river from their campsite).  One of the brothers had a good and restful night's sleep while the other suffered nightmares.  Thoreau isn't clear as to which of them had the nightmares. My guess is it was Henry.   


I returned to the island's north end and entered the canal in hopes of visiting the aforementioned lock.  Passed one sign related to the island's history...
...and another relating to its present use...

Near the downstream end of the 0.75 mile-long canal is where Hales' 1831 plan shows the lock as having been located fairly close to the present-day golf cart bridge spanning the canal (photo from under bridge)...


In the Middlesex Canal Association's publication Towpath Topics (Vol 39 Numbers 1 and 2, and Vol. 47 No.2) I found a series of articles written by Bill Gerber entitled "Locks and Canals of the Merrimack River" describing the system of locks and canals allowing navigation all the way up to Concord, NH.  In Towpath Topics Vol. 47 No. 2 Gerber provides John L. Sullivan's description of the Wicasee Falls dam and lock: "A rapid for a half mile between an island and the western shore is crossed with a dam of stone and timber, 200 yards. This raises the water above (the dam) about a foot, which saved digging on the other side of the island where the lock is placed.  This side afforded a passage for high water, six rids wide (99 feet).  From the lock to its entrance is 1900 feet.  This space was encumbered with masses of rock of every size and with earth, estimated at 4,000 square yards.  The lock is placed in the middle of the stream (canal), its side walls are 100 feet in length, connected with the shore by wing-walls, each about 50 feet."  Gerber added that "It appears the lock was operable by 1815; a lock-tender's house was added by 1817.  The lock and dam at Wicasee may have been short-lived.  The Pawtucket Canal (in Lowell) was rebuilt in 1824, much enlarged to supply water power for the textile mills.  At this time, a large stone dam was constructed across the river at the head of Pawtucket Falls.  This raised the water level by an additional 5 feet, so that it flooded the Wicasee structures."  Therefore, I'm guessing that as the Thoreau brothers rowed past the canal's downstream entrance they would have seen something resembling two 50-foot wing-walls on either side of the lock; and this might explain how the two men they encountered gained access to the island.  Aside from the lock still being there in 1839 there doesn't appear to be any record of it later being dismantled.
 
My view of the same place on Monday shows the approximately 100 foot-long golf cart bridge spanning the canal at roughly the spot where the lock once stood...
Guess it makes sense that the golf course would place their cart bridge close to where a previous structure spanned the canal.  Perhaps using some of the wing-wall's abutments?
  

Another thing Gerber mentioned was that the Cromwell Lock and Wicasee Lock were similar to each other.  I'd paddled through the Cromwell Lock this past August when it looked like this...

 
As I was exiting the canal at Wickasee and rejoining the river an eagle was seen landing in a pine tree on the river's far side.  Upon getting a little closer I found not one but two...

Other wildlife seen in the vicinity of Wickasee Island was this heron...


This Bunker Hill Marine barge was out working on the river...

 ...its crew later installed a boom at Wickasee Island's north end...

By the way, the spelling of the Pennacook word Wicassee has many variations depending on how Europeans thought they heard it.  These are ones I've come across: wicassee, wicasee, wiccasee, wicosucke, wicosuche, weikeset, wekesoak, wicassic, wickasee.  The word is similar to the name for a town in Maine, Wiscasset.  In the book Native Names of New England Towns and Villages by C. Lawrence Bond the author lists a meaning for the word Wiscasset provided by Maine writer, ornithologist, and folklorist Fannie Hardy Eckstorm: "Comes out from but you don't see where".  That could accurately describe any vessel emerging from behind Wickasee Island.


Trash gathered up along the way included 9 "nip" bottles, 8 cigarette lighters, and 20 golf balls...