Wind

Although a sunny and warm enough day was predicted, there was also an expectation of gusty wind up into the 20's.  I spent the morning carving a new canoe paddle.  By afternoon, it seemed that the wind had not materialized, in fact it was fairly calm at the house, so I set out for a short spin through the Wheeler Marsh.

It was a little windier at the put-in, but it was coming straight up the river and extra work getting down to the marsh would be rewarded later.  

I opted to clockwise the marsh, taking the perimeter to Milford Point and then returning through the maze.  But, as I entered the wide open marsh, the wind was coming out of the southwest at about 15mph.  It was all work down to the bottom of the marsh, with the wind gradually coming more from the west as I proceeded.  I saw some Teal, Black Ducks, Canada Geese, and one Great Egret - the first of the spring for me.  But, the wind made it hard to pause take anything in.  It's good canoe skill practice, at least that is what I tell myself.

At Milford Point,  the maze was out of the question as it was difficult to guess where the entrance might be as the tide was high and the usual guiding "islands" of spartina had been cropped by the winter snow.

I headed back more or less straight through the marsh fighting a rear quartering wind.   Rear quartering wind is a bear with a canoe, constant work to keep the canoe on a heading.  When I left the marsh I found the the tide was ebbing - giving me a nice tide chop. When the current and wind oppose, peaky and taller than normal waves form.  When that happens, the canoe wallows.  It feels slow, and it is busy work keeping the canoe pointed where you want it.  

First Osprey and a Horned Grebe

I put in on the Lieutenant River and head towards the sea. It is a fine day, sunny so far, about 40F with a light S wind that doesn't count for much.  High tide is about an hour and a half away, and it will be a high high tide.

Right away as I cross the river, I hear a chip, and spot a male Red Wing Blackbird in the phragmites.  I haven't seen one in a few months. 

I take the usual back channel towards the sea.  The main river is big and wide and not particularly enjoyable to paddle, whereas the back channels is marsh and rocks and good wildlife habitat.  I spot a Grebe ahead.  The shape and the way that it dives makes it an easy identification, although I need a good photo to figure out which Grebe it is - a Horned Grebe.

Horned Grebe

Below the Watch Rocks, I find a large number of Green Winged Teals.  They are back in the nooks and little bays away from my route, but I can hear them and zoom in with the camera to see what is all there. I spot one Bald Eagle in flight and a Harrier.  There are a couple more large birds but they are too far off to identify. There is also a very frisky flock of Buffleheads that are busy playing grab-ass.

Nearing the Watch Rocks

I turn back when I get to the Black Hall River as I have plans to head up the Lieutenant.  

The plastic horsey got a lift to the recycling barrel

Just past the put-in, I spot a large bird well off and high.  It turns out to be an Osprey, my first sighting of the year. Just around the bend is a nest box where the Osprey lands with a mouth full of nest material.  And, it turns out that both of the mated Osprey are there!  The wind starts to rise as I pass the next bridge.  It's coming straight up the river and if it continues to build it will be a grind to return against.  There are some Ring Necked Dccks, maybe a dozen total.  This is not a surprise as I spotted over a hundred a week or so back when I was in Lord Cove, which is just a couple miles away.

The Eagle Nest that overlooks the Boulder Swamp does not seem to be occupied.  It looks like it is beginning to fall apart.  A nearby house went through a major remodel last year and I wondered if it was going to bother the Eagles.  They stayed put during the construction as they had young in the nest, but it looks like they have moved on.

It is a grind on the way back. The wind feels a steady 10-15mph with some stronger gusts. I hug the cattails and phragmites.  It is easier once I get below the highway bridge.  But, my shoulders definitely feel like they got a workout. 

Duck Dodge

I put in for a short trip through the Wheeler.  High Tide has just crested and the river current is slack.  The weather is near calm, and in the upper 30's with thick overcast.

It is an easy paddle down to the marsh.  I retrieve some more of the little yellow duck toys.  They seem to be all over lately.  They're used for charity events.  People buy ducks and then they all get dumped into some stream with a good current.  It's a race. Of course, some get lost. I collect 8 today and I picked up 12 a couple days ago, and I've spotted several that I couldn't reach.  It would be interesting to trace the ducks back to the origin.  Normally, I go a whole year without seeing one. I figure that the ducks got filtered out by a stand of cattails or a still pocket along the shore, something that got disturbed by the ice build-up of our colder than usual winter.

The marsh is very well flooded with a higher than usual tide.  In fact, following the narrower internal channels is not easy with the spartina clipped off and no longer sticking out of the water.  Anyway, I can pretty much go anywhere I want.

Northern Harrier

The birds are the usual mix of Canada Geese, Buffleheads, Common Mergansers, and Black Ducks.  The most notable difference is that there are a lot of Green Wing Teal migrating through.  I see at least a hundred Teal, and as they are small and scattered throughout the marsh, there are a great many more. Also to note is that for the first time this winter, I do not spot any Common Loons in the river. One Eagle flies through and I spot a Harrier.

I cut through the center of the marsh, pass the Central Phragmites Patch, come back across to Nell's Island, and paddle the Maze, which is not really a maze at this high water level. Then, it is back up river, hugging the shore to help beat a very stiff 3-4 mph current in the main channel. 

The Full Circuit

East River -
I put in just after high tide at the old ford.  It is still under freezing with a light and rather cold wind out of the north, and the sky is overcast. 

The current is with me and the wind is either at my back or coming from the side.  It is an easy paddle down.  Just below Clapboard Hill Road I find the remains of a deer on river left.  It is a 6-point buck that probably died late last year, as it still has antlers and the antlers are clear of velvet.  Right now, it is an exposed rib cage and has been well scavenged. 

I spot a few Common Mergansers, a pair of Hooded Mergansers, a few Black Ducks, some Buffleheads, some Canada Geese, one Harrier, and one mature Bald Eagle during the trip.  Not a lot of birds, but Osprey and Willets will come in over the next few weeks.

I run a figure-8 in the lower marsh - The Long cut to Bailey Creek, back into the bottom of the Sneak, then the old mosquito cut to the East River.  At the bottom, I head up the Neck, Bailey Creek, and the Sneak back into the East River. 

The return is cold and grinding with the wind and current against me.  I spot the Bald Eagle as I approach the Big Bends where it is perched at the lowest bend.  The sun then starts to burn through and that little bit of warmth feels good. 

Just below the take-out, I talk with a woman hiker.  I'd spotted her unusual backpack, which turned out to be a small guitar case.  She was out playing in the winds.  It's a nice chat, a nice end to the trip. 

Toy Ducks

I put in and cross the river, then head up under the drawbridge while following the west shore.  Then into the channel below Carting Island.  There are 4 islands here, and I sometimes call the the Quad Islands.  Pope's Flat (an old name for a marsh island) is in mid channel.  Long Island is west of Pope's but still in mid channel.  Carting is further west and the longest of the four islands. Peacock is nestled between Carting and the shore and both of those islands are separated from shore by narrow channels that can run too shallow at low tide for a canoe to get through.

It is colder than expected, still under 40F, and the predicted 5 mph wind is more like 10-15 mph.  It is somewhat raw.

I flush a few Mallards, a few Black Ducks, and a few Common Mergansers, as I go through the islands.  There is probably better feeding down in the Wheeler Marsh. I collect a little yellow toy duck, a remnant of some well meaning charity fund raiser that can't think of anything better than to race plastic toy ducks in one of the tributaries. 

I follow the west shoreline upriver.  About a half mile from the Windtunnel, the wind lives up to expectations and comes full in the face.  It is a crawl with the current also against me.  At the Windtunnel, I cross the river and start my return along the east shore.  I continue to collect toy ducks.  I end up with a dozen.  They are showing up probably because the winter ice conditions clipped off the spartina, which acts like a filter for all floating trash.  With the spartina down, the filtered trash begins to move to places where it can be seen.

What I am Here For

What I am here for. 

I go inland to the Mattebasset.  While ponds and reservoirs still have ice on them, the rivers have the assistance of a current to move and break up their ice.  In addition, the Connecticut River gauge is near 14 feet, about 10 feet over the typical level, and the big river dominates the Mattebasset.  The tributary backs up, flooding the bottom land forest and calming any current that might exist.

I set out downriver, resisting the temptation to cut through the flooded forest, at least until I pass the goat farm. I am doing what I am here for.  I think about that while weaving through the trees.  There are a good many Wood Ducks and Mallards, and they take wing as I move through the trees.

I find a lost PFD and collect it.  I find such things a couple times each year. This one is unusual in that it is a high end sea kayaking vest. Most lost PFD's are cheap models not worn by people who don't know better.  Anyway, this PFD has been in the water for most of a year, if not longer.

About a 1/2 mile down river, I find up upside down kayak about 20 feet out of the main river.  I paddle over and flip it, just to make sure.  It's a short and cheapish Wallyworld type, the favorite of people who paddle once a year.  It takes me off of my game, finding both a PFD and a kayak in the same area.  At first, the high-end PFD and low-end kayak don't seem to match, but then I consider that the PFD owner wasn't wearing the life vest, and that is a perfect match with people in cheap kayaks. I leave the kayak where I found it.

I head up the Coginchaug, a tributary to the tributary that I was in.  How far I can get up this river depends on the water level. I get through about half of the faster sections, but come up short of the RT 3 bridge by a couple hundred yards. A foot or two more on the gauge would do it. 

I head back.  I stop for a quick look at the old cabin near the power lines.  There are maple sap collection tubes running through the woods.  The cabin has 2x4 framing and might be 50 or 60 years old.  It has a stove pipe and might even have been used for cooking down maple sap. 

 Find recent beaver gnawings across from the Tepee Lodge site.

As I take out, a mature Bald Eagle descends, circling to a landing just down river a couple hundred feet. 

Out of the Industrial Revolution

I put in at O'Sullivan's Island.  It is 65F, sometimes cloudy, sometimes sunny, and there is a 8-10mph wind coming straight up the river.  There is a strong current with a lot of snowmelt coming over the Shelton Dam, and I figure the wind and current should just about negate each other.

I paddle this section every once in awhile, just to do something different.  The trip is one of paddling out of the industrial revolution and into something a bit wilder, although it is never wild. Close to the start, especially upstream, the river is lined with old mill buildings, some of which have been refurbed into apartments, and some that contain who knows what of light industry.  Water power put the mills here and if one goes upstream towards the dam, the old tunnels where water returned to the river are visible.

The current mellows as soon as I get to the bottom of the island where the Naugatuck and Housatonic meet.  There is a long wooden wall that was built to limit erosion.  It has been a long time since someone would have built an erosion structure out of wood.  There is a railroad above, and has been since the 19th century, and the wall may have been built to protect the rail line. It is held together with metal rods - some round, some square.  Although much longer, the square rods look like the same stock that a railroad spike might have been forged from.

I cross the river to get some shelter from the wind. There are several fishermen - some wading, some in boats.  They are looking for striped bass.

The wind dies down as I pass Two Mile Island. 

I paddle down to Wooster Island and turn back.