I head upstream into river that I've not seen. There is a good current, but it is only too fast to paddle against when it is also too shallow to paddle in. I don't need to wade until I get to my first log crossing. After that, it is a bit of wading every few hundred yards. Like I said, a busy river. No time for contemplation, eyes watching the bottom, watching the bank, peering up around the next bend, watching for animals. I flush a couple of great blue herons and a few pairs of mergansers. The next log crossing is an over-under...the canoe goes under the log, I go over the top.
This river was a mill river...cutlery mills mostly. It doesn't show the beating that it took from metal and plating operations, but I can sense it. It still runs through the towns that built up around those mills, so it doesn't get a full break. I decide to age my photos when I get done...the river has something old about it that doesn't come through in the camera. I suppose an old photo makes the river appear the way I would rather see it.
|great blue heron in the reeds|
It is a round trip of less than 5 miles. It takes 2-1/2 hours.
Quinnipiac River upstream from Quinnipiac Street.