It took forever to get here. I planned to explore a section of the Quinnipiac River that I'd not been on, but never found a good spot to put in. The best was all too close to the top of a low head dam, a little too dangerous to be messing with. So, I took a long twisting route across country to familiar haunts, frustrated by the long drive just about as much as by a community that has cut itself off from its own river... the legacy of using rivers as sewers I suppose.
I end up at the Salmon River, putting in at its confluence with the Connecticut. It is summer warm already and nearly dead calm. Even the birds have gone quiet today as if they did their feeding earlier in the day to avoid the heat.
Low tide keeps me in the fairly narrow deeper channels...which sometimes put no more than 8 inches of water under the canoe. I enter the mouth of the Moodus, but can't go to far, although it gives me a chance to scan the bottom for interesting objects. Sometimes I find some older broken pottery in here. This was a mill river with several yarn mills and the expected habitations of mill workers.
And, I turn back from just below the Leesville Dam after cracking my paddle. The wind comes up and I will be paddling into it.
|yellow legs and bird butt|