I head back out and stop at the put-in to retrieve my thermos of coffee and then continue down the Connecticut River, new water for me, towards the beautiful old East Haddam swing bridge. Swing bridges were an elegant solution to open wide spans during an era where auto travel could still be momentarily inconvenienced. East Haddam is a small town with a lot of 18th and 19th century houses plus an old and still used opera house. The town is a remnant of a time when water was not only tranportation, but also power for industry.
|East Haddam Bridge and the Goodspeed Opera House|
I cross the river and paddle the wooded west bank back up as far as the put-in. In summer this is a rather Hellish stretch for canoes with far too many power yachts, but here in the chill of fall, I have it to myself.