Most of February and early March were cursed with constant brisk winds. OK, I’m making a excuse for not getting out more often the last month.
Today was perfect. Tide was a little later in the day then I prefer, but doable. I put in at Bridge Street/Union Street in Marshfield, and from there journeyed up and down river, then back. But before putting in there, I tried the (upriver) Indian Head River launch point off Elm Street in Hanover. It is a source of the North River and there is wide variance in its tides from the mouth to the headwaters. So when I pulled into the launch at Indian Head, the tide was so low that it would have required a very wet hike of several hundred yards to pass the partly exposed gravel beds to get to waters deep enough to take up the paddle. (did I mention how cold the water is right now?)
The interesting thing is, the tide was high, at that moment, at Scituate/Duxbury. Instead of dead low, it should have been mid-tide on that spot of the river.
So I went in at Bridge Street.
First let me say to Jim and Holly (hope I remembered the names correctly) hello again! Very nice to meet you.
Interesting show, the singer, Katharine Hope McPhee, will be a big star and terrific performer for a long time to come.
I launched from the Bridge/Union street site about half an hour before high tide, and it was very high.
The handrails in the first picture are twenty feet above this shot.
So I launched and spent two hours paddling up and down the river.
What I like about this time of the year, I (mostly) still have the river to myself. The damn stink-pots are still laid up and the private docks aren’t out.
Mild winter is an understatement, I chatted with one property owner on the river who told me that the river never froze over this year, some floating ice, but no solid ice. Been a long time since I’ve seen that.
Now that I’ve broken the ice, so to speak, I must pick up the pace of my outings.