The ice is all but gone, the last vestiges of it are in the marshes and with the loss of ice some amount of wildness leaves. But as the ice goes, the wildlife returns.
|The first osprey|
I next enter the circular channel the surrounds Coutes Hole, a round marsh anomaly that sane people attribute to a deep hole and others to space aliens. It is neither, being quite shallow and, from my point of view, without good reason for not being filled with cattails. But, it exists on modern maps as well as hundred year old ones. Anyway, that circular channel is blocked by a jumble of iceflows although open water can be seen not too far up. I try going counter clockwise but again I run into ice at one of the bends.
It seems that today is a day where I go where I can rather than where I want. I find such things to be reassuring and satisfying.