fbpx
The best time to row is early in the morning when the water is quiet and the only people on the river are morning fishermen and crabbers.
When I go there now, two or three times every week, I walk to the end of one road and trudge up a broken old woods road into the state forest.
The first thing that hit me was the smell—a damp, woodsy, uplifting aroma that can only be described as the scent of Christmas. After several hours in the stale air of my car, the pungent aroma of balsam fir was invigorating
Everyone has a favorite place in nature. Ours is a rocky outcrop rising 300 feet above our village on the Connecticut River. Native Americans called these ledges above the stream valley Tomheganompakut, meaning “at the Tomahawk Rocks.” The hard, granitic schist was the source of their stone axes, or “Tomhegan.”