Weirs Play Hide-and-Seek
On a beautiful spring morning last week I'd paddled against a New England river's gentle current until all sounds of civilization were absent. Here I found a most peaceful and quiet spot with the only sounds being the occasional rustling of treetops from a gentle breeze and the slightest gurgling sound of water passing over the exposed stones...this was my destination and a special place... After landing my kayak, I waded out to the middle of the river where the apex of an ancient V-shaped fish weir is clearly visible. Standing there allowed me to occupy the same space where once, long ago, a Native American likely stood with his spear at the ready. Standing mid-calf deep and letting the river's cool waters surround my feet, I tried to imagine this weir and the adjacent riverbank eons ago when migrating fish and eels were harvested here. This was the perfect spot for wiling away the middle of the day. Eventually, I did continue my passage on the river and enc