|Posts at the big bend|
|Corduroy farm trail|
|Very obvious corduroy farm trail|
I head up Bailey Creek finding no more cultural stuff. I chase off a few hooded mergansers at a couple of the bends and then I spy a half dozen black ducks up the long cut that leads toward the railroad. I drift back for a photo and find only three. Then, ten rise up from a hidden spot, then 20 more, and then 20 more. There is more water up that cut than I suspected.
|More obvious corduroy farm trail|
On the way out I turn and head farther up the Neck. After I do a couple of full circle meanders it occurs to me that I've not been here in a good while. A guy and his dog come down to the water and I get my photo taken. We start to talk. It is one of those delightful Connecticut things...you start talking with someone that you've just met and 45 minutes goes by. R fills me in on some details. The big marsh was once called (and still is by some people) Ox Meadow. It was part of a large farm and the broken tidal dam was probably the bridge leading out to the salt hay (spartina). This all dovetails in nicely with the corduroy trail...the only reason to build that would've been to keep wagons and farm machinery from getting mired. Oxen pulled equipment makes sense with the guessed age of the path as well. He also tells me of some foundation ruins that belonged to the last farmer. He had an airplane and story has it that the foundation was for his hanger.
On my last stretch of the Neck, I stop and talk with a guy getting ready to go out sailing. And, I hear the hanger story again.