Canada and Around New England

The last post was a little over half way through my stay on PEI. There were some nice days – and they were spent getting things ready for winter, as Justine’s arm won’t be healed enough to do any of that in a timely manner! The kayak never got off the roof of the car again before heading south – and much of the time the wind was howling anyway.

Thursday, October 18: I left about 8:30 that morning, and stopped at one of the many places with hay bale sculptures:

PEI spiders

This is obviously the same tractor – but I couldn’t figure out how to get both the real tractors in the distance, and the employee of the year sign in the same photo!

And on, across the Confederation Bridge, and the wind howled. Speed was reduced to 50 kph, and I thought about stopping before getting on the bridge to get photos of the waves crashing, but wasn’t enthusiastic about getting myself out there. The drive through New Brunswick was uneventful; I stopped a couple of places to stretch my legs or get food, but mostly kept moving. By the time I got to Maine the temperature had dropped below freezing, and I decided I wasn’t really adequately equipped to camp in those temperatures, and I’d drive on through. Sunset happened along Route 9, the Airline Road:

Maine sunset

I pulled in my driveway about 1AM, after many too many hours and miles on the road.

Knapp Pond 2 view

My kayaking plans for Friday fell through – but Saturday, October 20th, was a beautiful day, and I headed over to Knapp Pond #2. As I arrived, there were mergansers sitting at the base of the ramp – they sat there perfectly happily until I opened the car door, when they took off.

Knapp Pond 2 mergansersKnapp Pond 2 oak foliage

Most of the red is gone from the foliage, but some of the smaller trees are still bright, and this young oak jumped out with its color.

On around the pond, I was starting to wonder if those mergansers would be the only wildlife. And then I saw this turtle.

Knapp Pond 2 turtle

At the far end of the pond, a beaver was clearly stockpiling food. I wish I could have gotten a good photo of the beer can on the shore – I was constructing stories of the beavers relaxing around the campfire with a cold one! But I couldn’t show both the results of their labor and the can, so this one shows what I paddled around.

Knapp Pond 2 beaver larder

The milkweed fluff is flying – here’s some still sticking to the pods:

Knapp Pond 2 milkweed fluff

Knapp Pond 2 juniper berries

And if anyone wants to flavor your gin, here are the juniper berries. Actually, along this piece of the shore there were at least four kinds of evergreens: pine, spruce, hemlock and juniper.

Onward – down to Connecticut to go with Mom to eye and hearing appointments, a stop to visit friends in Massachusetts (and watch the Red Socks win game 2 of the World Series), and back for a talk about bobcats in Vermont, and then Friday to New Hampshire to visit another friend – and her dog, Audrey, who is really excited about tennis balls!

Jaffrey Audrey in motion

They live on a lake, and there are still mallards and loons, and the last of the remaining color.

Jaffrey island w/ducksJaffrey loons

It’s time for the loons to think about leaving, and heading to the coast. And in about a week, I’ll be headed south as well,





On the Road Again – Connecticut, Vermont, Maine, Canada

Sunday, September 30: I drove Mom from northern Vermont home to Connecticut, and then spent another day sorting out some of her affairs, then visiting one of my former foster kids – and their newest dog, Sadik.

Faith and Sadik

There’s another, even larger dog, a cat, lots of chickens, a husband… She sent me off with fresh eggs and tomatoes and pickles. Yum! Then home to Vermont, and a quick turnaround.

October 2, Tuesday – Wednesday: Off to Prince Edward Island again! And overnight, the leaves have really started to turn. It was raining most of the drive across New Hampshire and Maine, so I didn’t take photos. I think the universe is trying to remind me to appreciate the kindness of strangers – last trip, when the serpentine belt on the camper failed, so many people helped me find a place to get it replaced – and then the mechanics fit it in between other jobs. This time, when I pulled in to a deserted campground to see if the leanto was available, I locked myself out of the car – in the pouring rain. I spent a couple of hours trying to break in – even if I’d had my phone in my pocket, there’s no cell service there. Eventually a young couple pulled in with their van conversion, and spent some time trying to get the door open. They lent me a couple of blankets and dry socks, and I spent the night in the leanto, out of my wet clothes, but without my air mattress, sleeping bags, etc. In the morning we tried a little longer, and then they drove me the 10 miles to a store; the owner drove me back and when he wasn’t able to break in either (these cars are too smart for their own good!) went off to find cell service to call in professional help, which is about an hour away. I spent the time wandering the area, admiring the door handle on the outhouse

MPRL door handle

and the fungus – really happy after all the rain.

Eventually I was back on the road, only about 4 hours later than I’d planned. Foliage along the way:

MPRL foliage

I did have to stop at the St John Welcome Center, for a nap, but I still made it out to Justine’s before everyone went to bed!

Justine is recovering from surgery on her shoulder, and is not to do anything with that arm for four to six weeks. Dotty keeping her company:

PEI Dotty hiding

Her friend Pat is here, also – she takes care of the outside animals and does dishes; I do most of the cooking. We shared the menu for Canada’s Thanksgiving; Anni and Nina came to join us for turkey, stuffing, squash, brussels sprouts (cooked in the grill outside, as the oven’s not functioning), dips and chips and wine and sweet potatoes and rolls and cranberry/orange sauce. For dessert: chocolate pecan pie and pumpkin cheesecake – both cooked in the toaster oven in a square pan. PEI Thanksgiving         Justine had laid a beautiful table, in spite of not being able to use one arm.

My car goes well with the decor here –

PEI yellow carPEI foliage shedAll that red mud is where the ditch was going for the new water line last trip.

I’ve had the kayak out only once, down to the local access point. There were lots of herons, and beautiful foliage.

PEI roses?

I went up the next stream to the east, as far as I could – the kayak is too wide to go through the culvert. (And it looks like I need to clean the camera lens – too much spray!)

PEI gull

Pat and I went to the other end of the island one day, running errands and picking up veggies for Thanksgiving at this farm stand:

I went to Charlottetown for Quaker worship before Thanksgiving dinner, and all three of us (and two of the dogs) went over there again Wednesday for Justine’s first follow-up with the surgeon, who seems pleased with her progress. One evening we went to the neighbors’ for socializing – drinks and munchies and pool. Harold and Pat played pool and snookers – and had a wonderful time hamming it up and entertaining us!

PEI Harold plays pool

It’s hard to believe this trip is already more than half over!

PEI foliage w/horses



From Connecticut to Northern Vermont

Monday, September 24: I started the morning in Eastern Connecticut, working my way north from the Connecticut shore. The first stop was in Bloomfield, to pick up Mom’s mail, then up to Hinsdale, NH to join others in looking for invasive water chestnut. it has been found at this site before – but this time, we came away empty handed. Hooray!Hinsdale tacticsHinsdale lily pads

The tactic is to spread ourselves out, spaced so that we can see suspicious plants among the water lilies. We went back and forth across these patches of water lilies, and failed to find our target plant. There was lots of Eurasian milfoil, but that is more than we can take on.

Hinsdale bridgeHinsdale leaves

More leaves are starting to turn. It seems a little late, but they are coming!

After a night in my own bed, and running lots of errands to catch up, on Tuesday I drove up to meet up with the rest of my immediate family – the only one not able to be there was nephew Ben, who lives and had to work in the Baltimore area. My California brother and his sweetie had driven Mom up days earlier (and they’d all gone to the symphony and taken a tram up Mt. Mansfield at Stowe; major adventure for 96 year old Mom!). Sister Holly and her spouse, Bill, have a commodious house on a hill looking out on the Green Mountains.

H & B Pond

Winooski R. sign

Thursday, September 27, Winooski River: This is the launch with the shortest commute. There has been lots of rain, and the river was about a foot higher than when I’ve been on this stretch before. After schlepping the kayak and gear down to the water – one of the longer carries – I paddled upstream.

Winooski R viewWinooski R. GBHWinooski R. mergansersWinooski R. quick water

These riffles are where I turned around. There is a route upstream around them, but I was running out of time, and it had been a steady paddle to work my way upstream. Every time I pulled the camera out, I would start drifting back. In the places with the most current, I was crabbing across the river. It was a beautiful day, it was fun, and it was good exercise! On the way back downstream, this unidentified hawk kept an eye on me – smaller than an osprey, being back lit and high in a tree, and with too much current to hold still to take the photo, I doubt I’ll ever know what it was.

Winooski R. hawkWinooski R. access

This is the launch – not too much current in among the grasses. This was probably my last paddle in September – tomorrow I drive Mom back to Connecticut, and that will be a full day!

On the Connecticut Shore

September 21 – 23, A weekend at the beach: I was the first to arrive at the beach house that belongs to the family of one of my New Hampshire friends, after kayaking the Wood River and Alton Pond on my way from Providence. I opened up, and moved my stuff in, walked the beach a bit,

Niantic view

and then went to meet four others at a restaurant in Niantic. The seafood – and all of us, I think, had seafood – was delicious. Then back to the house, visiting and settling in, and getting to bed at a reasonable hour. Saturday another friend showed up from Vermont, as well as a family of four related to the house, but only there for the day. Sharing cooking and chores meant no one had to do it all. There were boats racing, and practicing racing.

Marilyn and I went out on Long Island Sound, able to launch off the beach. We paddled down past the yacht club, with its moored boats.

Niantic MarilynNiantic yawl

There was quite a bit of tidal currant; this is how Marilyn kept from drifting.

Niantic hold on

The house, from the water:

Niantic house

Then we went north past the public beach, and past this rock. It is apparently a private rock, owned by the cormorants – they were acting like that, anyway, and the sign does say Private on it!

Marilyn turned back, and I went on under the rail and road bridges, and a short way up the Niantic River.

Niantic Amtrak bridge

This sculpture was where I turned around; the heron on my way out the Niantic River again.

That was a late night, with people sitting around and playing cards until 1AM. On Sunday, after breakfast and attending Quaker worship a few miles north, I went out for one last paddle before helping to clean up, load up, and head to central Connecticut for the night. Lots of gulls around:

Niantic gulls

Best of the boat names:

Niantic Terrain Avoidance

With everything vacuumed and washed, it was time to head out.


Kayaking Vermont; Visiting Friends and Kayaking in Rhode Island, and on to Connecticut

Knapp Pnd 1 sign

Tuesday, September 18, Knapp Pond I: I had some time to paddle, but not much, so I went to the smaller of the two Knapp Ponds. It was a beautiful afternoon. There wasn’t a lot of wildlife – just a couple of ducks, but the weather was perfect.Knapp Pnd 1 viewKnapp Pnd 1 grass reflectKnapp Pnd 1 rocksKnapp Pnd 1 duckKnapp Pnd 1 reflection

That last shot is of the granite base of the fishing platform, with its concrete top. I just liked the patterns made with the reflection.

Wednesday, September 19: On the road again. Off to Providence, Rhode Island, to visit friends (and paddle, if possible) before heading on to the Connecticut shore for the weekend. Thursday I took myself to East Providence

10 mile stream sign

to 10 Mile River. It probably really is ten miles – but less than a mile upstream it was blocked by downed trees. Unfortunately, I forgot to grab the camera – and didn’t want to get in the way again of the fishermen who were at the launch to go back for it. Just downstream of the launch, just before the first bridge, the route was nearly blocked by more downed tree branches. There was enough current so that threading my way through was tricky, and I kept my eyes open for an exit strategy, as I wasn’t at all sure I could make it back up through. Down stream, under old railroad tracks, the stream opens into a modest pond, which eventually empties into the Seeconk River – but not until it has tumbled over a dam! I didn’t want to do that, so retraced my route – and did make it, paddling with all the skill I could muster to keep my paddle from getting caught on the bridge overhead or the rocks close on either side or the downed trees trying to block my way. If I’d had the camera, you’d see pictures of osprey, swans, the old brick rail bridge, an old and graffitied loading dock, overhanging vines… you get the idea! What I do have, which gives a flavor of the stream is upstream

10 mie stream up better10 mile stream downand down.

Friday, September 21: After saying goodbye to Betsy (who was heading off to South Africa later that day) I went to visit briefly with Rebecca, who fed me brunch. Then I headed southwestward, with a stop at

Alton Pnd/Wood R. signAlton Pnd/Wood R. north

This leads to the Wood River, which flows north, and does a lot of winding around.

It was overcast when I launched, and when I returned – but for about a half hour in the middle, the sun came out. Other views –

Alton Pnd/Wood R. view 3

There were turtles on almost every log and accessible rock –

The river splits, and the left fork ends up going under a small bridge to a waterfall coming from under an old mill:

Alton Pnd/Wood R. left fork

The right branch ends up going under a road bridge, to a waterfall over a dam:

And the river runs down to the pond where I started, which is formed by yet another dam – and just to the west of it is the launch, so I pretty much paddled everything I could without portaging.

Alton Pnd/Wood R. down

Other sights of interest:

How to keep your barbecue coals from starting fires – hang it over the river!

Alton Pnd/Wood R. hanging fire


Unlike 10 Mile River, someone here cuts the trees blocking the waterway:

Alton Pnd/Wood R. cut log

And, ending with the eagle – which I probably would not have spotted, as I was paddling hard into the wind as I returned to the landing. Two fishermen I passed wanted to make sure I saw it –

Alton Pnd/Wood R. eagle

I loaded up and headed on to Niantic, Connecticut, where a friend has a family house on the shore. We met up at a local restaurant for mostly seafood dinner, and more visiting and kayaking – but that’s for another post.


Kayaking the Connecticut (and piglets)

Thursday, September 13, Connecticut River: After I spent the morning helping a friend remember how to knit, I met up with another friend to paddle down the Connecticut River. We went from Cornish, under the 450 foot long wooden covered bridge, and on down to the boat launch in Claremont, about 9 or 10 miles. We saw several eagles, but no good photo ops with them.Ct R bridge & Mt AscutneyCt R Marilyn, bridge, Mt.

There were lots of geese, and several flocks of mergansers; we flushed lots of herons as well.

Ct R geese



Ct R heron 2


Some unusual sights included a squirrel swimming this quite wide river – I couldn’t figure out what it was, even zooming in with the camera, so paddled like mad to get to the shore at about the same time it leapt out.


And then there was this escaped round bale:

Ct R roundbale

There are lots of sand bars, and some islands. Marilyn and I usually chose to go on different sides. Ct R Marilyn & rock barCt R Marilyn and rock bar 2Ct R Marilyn upstream

There was a moderate amount of current, which we were happy to have helping us.

Ct R viewCt R view 2Ct R view 3

Ct R view 4

When we got to where the water was deeper, with less current, it was mirror smooth.

Ct R bridge art

Someone had piled tires from the river on one of the sandbars.

CT R tires

Much of this route is too close to state highways to be very quiet – and when we did get away from the noise, more noise came by!

Ct R noise

We didn’t push very hard, mostly paddling gently and letting the current carry us, admiring the wildlife and the scenery. I think we were out for about four hours. There are few power boats that far up the river – they wouldn’t have done well where we were skimming over rocks. It was perfect weather to be on the water.

Friday, September 14, Ompompanoosac River: The next day after spending the morning knitting, Paula and I went up to the Ompomanoosac. We had the kayaks off the car when I noticed that she had boat, and life jacket – but I didn’t see a paddle. Oooops – it was too nice to not at least try to be on the water, and too far to go back for another one. Usually I have more than one with me, but not this time. So each of us took half of mine, and we pretended we were canoes! It worked – certainly took more effort than having all of a paddle, but better than none. There were fewer things that caught my eye, and stood still long enough for a photo.

Ompompanoosuc blue flowersOmpompanoosuc wheels

The cattails are in the process of turning to fluff.

Ompompanoosuc duck

And I promised you piglets – after a Saturday morning at the library, Lynn and I went up to the Barre, VT area to pick up two piglets. Here they are in their new home:




Roadtrek Roadtrip Return, Part 2

RT in window

The above photo was taken driving through St John, New Brunswick traffic, around one of several accidents in the same area that made the evening news! A different view of the Roadtrek.

Thursday, September 6, Long Pond: Starting the day at Rocky Lake, I decided to go further down the road and kayak some place I’d not been before. It was foggy, foggy, State of Maine foggy, even so far inland. I stopped at

Long Pnd sign

This is part of the Maine Public Reserved Lands, public land with lots of access (Rocky Lake, and its camping areas are, as well.) The fog was just starting to burn off as I got the boat on the water, and it became more and more blue sky. Launch:Long Pond launch

There is only one house, and one place with leased campsites, around the lake; it’s mostly wild. And quiet, once you are away from the road – which is most of the lake.

Long Pnd view northLong Pnd view

The mergansers were still sleepy, and not concerned by my paddling about 10 feet away.

There are still white water lilies around – yesterday’s were back to tight buds; today’s blooming.

Long Pnd lily

I really enjoy the contrast in color in these grasses.

Long Pnd red reeds

There are fewer rocks here than at Rocky Lake, but more than yesterday at Bearce.

Long Pnd turtle

Long Pnd dregonfly

And when I returned to the launch, this frog greeted me – and then kept trying to jump into the side of the boat! I have no idea why, but it did it a few times before I was able to get the boat out of the water, out of its way, and take its portrait.

Long Pnd frog

I went on to Portland, arriving late afternoon, and spent the evening with a couple of my Quaker Knitting Goddess friends – knitting, and eating Thai food. Friday was a travel day – back home, rush in and make a batch of cookies, check in the the neighbor who’d been feeding the cats, and off to central Vermont to a regional gathering of Quakers for the weekend. There’s a nice level (quiet, dark) place to park the Roadtrek, and it even has electricity to plug in to! Nala and Aubrey were there, too –

One of our activities was rope making – with all ages, and dogs.

Sunday, September 9, Rescue Lake, Lake Rescue: Signage at the launch has it both ways! After lunch, and clean up, and goodbyes, I headed for home. That meant driving by several lakes; I chose this one for my afternoon paddle.

Rescue Lk sign

These are the pinkest waterlilies I’ve seen this year.

I always go as far up the inlet as possible – the water was low enough I wasn’t sure I’d get here, but I did, sliding gently over a couple of rocks.

Rescue Lk inlet

Most and least favorite yard art –

And wildlife. There weren’t many birds out, but these young girls were having a wonderful time out on paddleboards.

And then HOME!! After 1,303 miles, and at a cost of about $525 US dollars for the two weeks away, including gasoline, propane, toll to cross the bridge off the island, and replacing the serpentine belt – and one meal out. Not bad for a two week vacation! I’m not counting the underlying costs of keeping the Roadtrek insured, and registered, and all – but it’s still less than staying in motels and eating out all the time.

Roadtrek Roadtrip, Return

Bearce Lk sign

Wednesday, September 5: Crossing the border was about the fastest the USA has ever let me in! I stopped at the Moosehorn Wildlife Refuge headquarters, and learned about Bearce Lake. I’d driven past it several times, but it’s not well marked. I had time to go out for a couple of hours.  Views of the lake:

Bearce Lk viewBearce Lk northBearce Lk rock

Around one end there was a shallow section, complete with pitcher plant, old beaver lodge, and island.

Bearce Lk pitcher plantBearce Lk old beaver lodgeBearce Lk island

I pushed my way through grass and muck, to continue around. And the colors here are starting to change.

Bearce Lk leaves

I continued on to Rocky Lake, and its camping sites – and this time I had the whole place to myself, with no one else. Very quiet, very dark; perfect.

More Paddling PEI

All the days run together here – so much to do, so many people to see. Sunday I was able to catch a bunch of my Quaker friends by joining them for worship in Charlottetown. And some people I’ve met in the past show up at Justine’s. I got some things done on my list – wash the camper, finish a couple of knitting projects. And Anni enjoys kayaking, so that’s what we did –

Monday, September 3, Wolfe Inlet: This area is near where the sister of one of my kayaking buddies used to live; that’s how I was introduced to it. It is shallow – at low tide one has to push one’s way through the muck in about one inch less water than the kayak wants! On the other hand, at low tide the herons hang out by the dozens. Anni and I went out, at low tide, of course, but that’s when she could fit it in. Photos of the trip:Wolfe Inlet heronsWolfe Inlet AnniWolfe Inlet view to riverWolfe Inlet river turnaround

This was where we turned around, having run out of water. In previous years, Anna and I (yes, it gets confusing, with Anni and Anna!) had been much further up the river – but that was with a higher tide. And the tide was turning, and coming in, but we weren’t going to wait for it.

Wolfe Inlet piping plover?Wolfe Inlet view out RWolfe Inlet sand barWolfe Inlet Anni and house

We returned to where the Roadtrek was hiding in the grasses.Wolfe Inlet RT lurking in grassWolfe Inlet view at launch

One reason we chose this area is that it’s protected by that sand bar island. If it’s calm, it’s easy to go out through the inlet to Egmont Bay; in past years I’ve paddled around the sandbar. But not this time – white caps and some serious waves were pounding out there. When we arrived it was completely overcast; by the time we returned, it was mostly sunny – but still windy. And the tide had risen enough so that the herons had moved on to better fishing grounds – as had the people out clamming.

Tuesday, September 4, Malpeque Bay: I started on my way home.’s paddle locations map had a place that was not too far out of my way, so I put in at the end of Willie Birch Road. This Yellowlegs was walking the edge when I arrived.Willie Birch yellowlegs

View north, and northeast; I went north and into an arm of the bay – which probably has a name, but I didn’t see a local to ask, and it’s not on any map I could find.

Willie Birch heading out

The ends of the fingers tended to look like this; sometimes there was a dribble of water:

Willie Birch end

This crow yelled at me the entire time I was within sight!

Willie Birch crow

Willie Birch sailboat

Heading back out into the bay:

Willie Birch to Malpeque

Back to the Roadtrek, and on to visit with Chris – who has a serious case of Roadtrek envy. She’s looking forward to retirement, and wants to spend a lot of it on the road. We spent a pleasant evening catching up, comparing notes. And in the morning I headed off island. It was not an uneventful drive back to the States – about half way, the Roadtrek decided it didn’t need its serpentine belt anymore; the warning to check gauges came on, and it wasn’t charging, and when I slowed down to get off the exit for fuel and to find out what was wrong, I didn’t have power steering, either. And that is a BEAST to wrestle around corners at slow speeds! No one at that gas station could suggest a service station, so it was on to the next largish town. The service station there was very helpful – but they couldn’t get a belt until the next day, so I tried the RV place. No luck; on to a bigger RV place closer to St John. They only deal with the RV part, not the chassis, but were able to send me on to a local place. They were wonderful – were able to confirm that it was the belt that was missing (Hey, I knew that!), get one delivered, and fit me in between other customers; I was out of there in a couple of hours. And as I gained an hour crossing into Maine, I even had time to kayak before dark – but that’s a tale for another post!

Roadtrek Roadtrip, to PEI with Kayaks

Sunday, August 26: I put off leaving for my annual trip to Prince Edward Island until after the retirement party for George and Charlene, two close friends in Vermont. We were about nine people, all of whom worked together or are spouses, and have enjoyed each other’s company for decades. We were on the screen porch when we watched a young raccoon climb up one of the trees in the yard. I had to get the camera out of the car, and got these of that cute little face up in the tree.

Simone's raccoonSimone's raccoon 2

I had packed the Roadtrek, and only had to add to the refrigerator and put in the kayaks to be ready to roll –

Monday, 8/27, to Rocky Lake, Maine: It was hot and humid, and I felt distinctly damp as I pulled out of the drive at 7:55. With stops at the Post Office, library, fuel, rest stops, view stops, a little walking, I’d driven the 309 miles to Rocky Lake, near Machias Maine,

Rocky Lake sign

by 6:30 that evening. It was still hot and humid, but there was a nice breeze.

Rocky Lake evening

Tuesday, August 28, Rocky Lake and on to PEI: After a good night’s sleep, I was out on the water at 6, in time to see the moon set:

Rocky Lake moonset

It was a beautiful paddle. The lake is aptly named.

Rocky Lake rocky shore

Someone had left their serving dishes behind on this rock:

Rocky Lake shells

Back to the Roadtrek at 7:30, breakfast, load up, and off at 9:15. A stop for fuel before crossing the border, a longer line than usual at Canadian customs, but my only long stops were at the welcome centers for St. John, NB and entering PEI. I was at Justine’s after 393 miles at 7:10, having lost an hour when I crossed the border. I was greeted by three dogs, Justine, and Pat, who’s also visiting. Justine’s Bentley, Dotty, and Blizz:

Pat with her Suzie:

Justine's - Pat and Suzie

There are also four horses in residence. One view from the house:

Justine's view

The next three days were spent mostly hanging out, running errands, hanging out, walking and playing with dogs, hanging out, knitting, and sewing a costume for Justine to wear for a photo shoot with her favorite horse. Maybe there will be a photo of that before I leave here.

Ashton Rd. launch

Saturday, September 1, Ashton Road landing: I drove the few miles around to the local waterman’s launch. Along the way I took this photo of Justine’s farm from across the water:

Justine's farm

Views from the water, in no particular order:Justine's farm, from Mary's RJustine's Mary R goldenrod reflectJustine's Mary R reflection

Justine's, Mary R viewJustine's Mary R view

I went under the highway bridge, and the scenery was distinctly different:

Justine's Mary R 1Justine's Mary R 2Justine's Mary R 3

until I came to where I’d have to portage to get past that tree.

There were lots of birds; I saw cormorants, some kind of eagle, gulls, some kingfishers, and a yellow shafted flicker. There were also the usual great blue herons, but no good photos.

Justine's Mary R lg blk birdJustine's Mary R gullJustine's Mary R kingfisherJustine's Mary R woodpecker

There was evidence of the heron I’d seen fly out of the area, though – I followed heron tracks a good 40 feet along the bottom of the shallow water.

Justine's Mary R heron tracks

Another view of the farm; Chi is the white horse begging at the door of the house.

Justine's Mary R Chi

Returning, the watermen were unloading the things they use to collect baby oysters, and loading them in a trailer.

Ashton Rd LandingAshron Rd landing oyster fishing

And one last view of the shoreline:

Ashton Lndg view

The other major task – not mine, I’m happy to say – was to punch through the foundation to run a water line through to the barns. Here’s Pat, pounding away, with supervision.

Justine's, Pat and supervsors

To be continued – I’m going out on the water with a friend this afternoon.