The Most Perfect of Days

When I brought S her morning coffee, I asked her what she had planned for the day.
"Canoeing?"  she answered.  My clever ploy of bringing her coffee every morning for several decades has panned out.

There is no hurry with the high tide at about 2:30 in the afternoon.  The weather is about as good as one could hope for to be out in - 70F, sunny, and with a wind that is of no consequence.

We put in at the old stage crossing about halfway into the rising tide.  The water is plenty deep and there is no wading or dodging of rocks.  Autumn seems to be arriving noticed by the lower sun casting shadows out over the river.  I would gladly trade summer for extra autumn and spring.  

There are few birds in the forest section.  A few very boisterous Kingfishers try to make up for that.  The day is so beautiful that I ease up and try to draw it all in. 

Just above the Post Road, a Kingfisher makes two spectacular dives, catching a fish with the second one and flying off to a nearby tree. 

Below the post road is a small flock of Laughing Gulls, hanging out on one of the junk docks. 

Once in the lower marsh, we take the Long Cut, a snaky and narrow passage to Bailey Creek.  It is grown in with cord grass more than usual, but with the high water we push through easily.  We flush one Black Duck at the upper end of the Long Cut.  Later this fall, this will be a favorite hang out for Black Ducks. A pair of Osprey are perched in the dead tree island nearby.

We head down Bailey and start our return by heading through the Sneak, another "secret" passage, a reward for being curious.  We have some flood tide current with us for part of the upriver return.  At the highway bridge, crashing in the brush alerts us to a pair of deer - I think a doe and a yearling.  S gets a charge out of the close up view.

The rst of the return is spent thinking about what a wonderful day it has been. 

 

 

After the Rainstorm

It dumped rain this morning, I'd guess something just under 2 inches as it pretty much poured for a couple hours (it was actually closer to 4 inches).  By noon it was starting to ease up and I needed some outdoor air.

I put in under the highway.  It is lightly sprinkling, light enough to go sans rain gear.  The tide is near high, and it is a very high tide with the fixed portions of the boat ramp docks right at the water's level. As expected, the able bodied seamen have not ventured into the semi-briney.  I have the put-in to myself and there is not a moving boat anywhere in sight.

I head across and up through the channel between Peacock and Karting Islands.  It is easy paddling on smooth water.  The only other boat that I will see passes by somewhere near the Pecks Mill site.  There is a rush of water draining from the pond, which I assume was the old mill pond. 

It is a bird quiet day, as I expected coming this way. One Night Heron, one Great Blue Heron, a few Osprey, several Mallards and a couple Kingfishers. 

I turn back at the Wind Tunnel, just a bit over an hour out.  The tide is dropping and the current is starting to show.  It is a moderately speedy return with the current behind me. The sun peeks through on occasion.  It has become a very fine day for canoeing. When I take out, there are still no other boats or trailers at the put-in.   

The Inner Sanctum

I put in about a hour before a very high tide from the "under the highway" boat launch.  There is a peppy upriver flood current, but it is easy paddling down to the marsh.  Big currents that occur with very high tides create long sections of eddies and stagnant water along the east river bank. It is sunny and 75F with a fair wind out of the east.  There is a bit of motorboat traffic and some of them are using Nell's Channel with the water high enough that the motorboat drivers don't need to worry about the sand bars.  I'm planning on inner channel exploring, so they can have it.

I enter in the channel left of Nell's.  There is a nice inner channel that I found earlier in the year.  I couldn't find it on 3 out of 4 tries since then.  Today, after three attempts, I find the lower entrance, or at least I think I have.  I pay close attention as I head in, realizing why the channel is so hard to find.  There is nothing that stands out as a landmark. The channel is a series of narrows and wide spots, and at each wide spot, I have to look for the channel.  I flush only a few Mallards.

At the root ball.

I make it through and head over to the Nell's entrance to the Maze.   With the water level up, the paddling and route finding is easy.  I flush a dozen or more Night Herons, mostly Yellow Crowned or juveniles. At the root ball, there are two dozen Egrets, of which about a 1/3 are Greats, the others Snowy's.  There is a single and rather unconcerned Willet and a Great Blue Heron that flushes and heads east.About this time, I notice 2 kayakers behind me.  I don't know if they followed me in, or if they knew about the Maze beforehand, but I'd rather have this place to myself, and if they are exploring, they deserve to get to explore on their own, like I did.  So, I duck down a little and put the power on, and soon I am out of sight.

I cross the marsh to the east side.  I can see Egrets in the trees, and I would guess that some of the Night Herons are there as well.  I make my usual stop at the Central Phragmites Patch, where I see about 20 Black Crowned Night Herons.  From there, I head out and back upriver.

Some Rain, Some Silence

I put in at Pond Brook meeting 15 kayaks as I set the canoe in the water. It's 2 parties with the first 4 people too cool to wear PFDs.  The second party has a leader and all of them wear PFDs.  It's why I added my rescue throw bag (it has 50 feet of floating rescue rope) to my kit for the day. 

I head out of the cove and turn downriver towards the chinkapin oak.  If I made a hand drawn map of this area (something that I do as an artist), the chinkapins would be on it. Not because they are particularly rare (they are not), but because this is the first place where I learned of their existance.  On that day I noticed acorns on a tree that seemed to have the wrong leaf, but it was just an oak that I had never noticed.

Chinkapin Oak

I turn the point finding a boatfull of bros fishing, not a forward bill cap amongst them. Next up was an Osprey perched in a tree, and then one of many Great Blue Herons that I would see.  Then, I spotted a weasel running along the bank.  It disappeared.  Mink are more common sightings, but mink are a bit larger and the ones I have seen have always popped up out of their hiding spot to look at me, at least once.  Mink seem to be curious.

At times, the water is glassy smooth. 

It starts to sprinkle, which gradually turns to a light rain.  I pass 2 fishermen hiding under the trees and ask them how it is going.   "A little wet," is the reply.  I respond, "yeah, but it limits the boat traffic."

There are very few boats out here for any weekend, let alone a Labor Day weekend.  Clouds knock out at least half of the boaters, and a bit of rain knocks out most of the rest. 

The rain stops, not that it was that big of a deal, and I continue up to the cascades.  I get rained on again as I near.  I turn and head back.

I have the river to myself at times, and for longer than I would ever expect.  And, it is quiet - no overhead planes, no motorboats, and no leaf blowers.  I cease paddling and soak in the silence.

More boats show up while I am in the last mile, but it still isn't anything like I expected.  

It was a fine day. 

From the Feral Cat Park

I head upriver from the Feral Cat Park, starting out at a quarter to twelve. It is a fine partly cloudy day with a moderate wind coming down the river.  I am surprised to see so few motorboats on such a nice holiday weekend, but I suppose that brunch isn't over.  The Mai Tai Navy goes to battle stations at a crawl.

Three Osprey are wading on the sandbar east of Great Flat.  Maybe they are feeding on small fingerlings. Every so often, I spot a Great Blue Heron or Great Egret. 

A few boats show up by the time I get to No Name Island. I go a little way into the shallow east channel.  That shallowness might be the reason this island lacks a name.  There is an early Goose hunter up about halfway.  He's collecting his decoys, obviously calling it a day.  Early Goose hunting is designed to get the nonmigratory Canada Geese.  I'm told they don't respond much to decoys, so it is mostly luck to have them show up.  However, hunters can take a lot of Geese during the early season.

I head back, crossing the river to paddle near the Dragonfly factory.  A few more boats go by, but for the last mile and a half I have the river to myself.  It has turned out to be a fine trip.

M is for Maze

I rounded up my friend, M, for a second low tide tour in the Wheeler Marsh. M is one of my most frequent canoe partners and she has been away most of the summer.  

We get down to the state ramp for our start.  At low tide there are not a whole lot of choices for start points as most of the rougher put-ins are mud slogs just to reach water.  Mud slogs are especially fun with a canoe on your shoulders. It is a nice sunny day, although the wind has far exceeded the weather prediction.  But, the wind at the river is not as strong as it was at the house.  We will have a headwind on the return, but it will be doable.

We get to the marsh about an hour after low tide. It is clear that today's low tide is not at all as low as it was during yesterdays trip.  In fact, it looks like there is another 8 or 10 inches of water.  The narrow mud flats below most of the cut banks are submerged.  The Least Sandpipers are out in force, but the Yellow Legs are nowhere to be seen.  We head down Nell's Channel and turn into the maze.  Yesterday I coasted in on little more than 6-8 inches of water, until bottoming out.  Today, we passed yesterdays turning back point and made it to the tight turns near the root ball, although we were low enough that I couldn't see the roots from the canoe... I just recognized the series of sharp turns in the channel.  We flushed some Great Egrets, young Yellow Crowned Night Herons, one mature Black Crowned Night Heron, several Mallards, and what might have been a dozen Black Ducks, and a lot of Sandpipers.  A good day for birds, but not like yesterday.  Anyway, we ran out of water at the root ball, and it would be at least an hour before we would be able to continue, so we turned and headed back out.

Hugging the river right bank, the wind wasn't bad.  Cut over and took the side exit and then headed back up river. 

Low Tide

I set out at low tide and head down to the marsh.  This time of year is particularly good bird watching with recently fledged locals and a variety of migrators.  It is about 75F, almost overcast, with a stiff but doable wind out of the SW.  

Low tide is especially peaceful in the marsh. The choice of routes is very limited, but the low water and exposed mudflats discourage most people from visiting.  All that exposed mud brings out a different bird crew than what one sees at high tide.  A dozen Yellow Legs are at the top of Nell's Channel, and just about anywhere that there is a foot of exposed mud, there seems to be some Least Sandpipers.  There's probably some other look-alike Sandpipers, but that has to be left to the Sandpiper freaks. 

Greater Yellow Legs

 I make my way down the channel and then through one of the side channels that heads toward Milford Point.  A lot of this is in six inches of water.  Four Teal overfly me.  I did not expect them.

Least Sandpiper

I turn around and head back towards Nell's and I decide to see just how far into the island I can get at low tide.  It would be a good spot to spy a Rail, but that's not going to happen.   With the tide rising, I can drift into the island.  There are more Yellow Legs, Sandpipers, plus a Yellow Crowned Night Heron, several Snowy Egrets and some Mallards.  Just about where I run out of water, maybe a 1/4 mile in, I turn a bend and find 3 Snowy Egrets and a Glossy Ibis.  Since I drifted in rather silently, I get to sit and watch.

Glossy Ibis and Snowy Egret

That is the limit for low tide in the island, so I spin and head out.  I flush 4 Teal, possibly the same that overflew me, in Nell's Channel.  The upper east side entrance to the channel has just barely enough water to make the passage.  Then, I head back upriver.