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A Paddle on the Cedar River Flow ~ Aug 30, 2017

Journal entry by Ray Bouchard

Wednesday turned out to be a perfect day for a paddle on the Cedar River Flow, and beyond. There was just enough of a breeze, and chill in the air at 10 AM that the biting flies and black flies my wife, and I experienced 2 days earlier, weren’t an issue.  As we paddled South under an azure blue sky, Peter and Linda headed to the right in order to skirt the Western shore line, hoping to see the moose he had spotted a few years ago.    Meanwhile the rest of us took a more direct route to the Southern end of the Flow.   Once we were all together again we followed the open waters around the reeds, and floating weed mats until we finally reached the point where the Cedar River entered.   The current was almost imperceptible because of a dam the beavers had created a tenth of a mile upstream. This was the first time in over 40 years of paddling this stream that I have ever encountered one; fortunately there weren’t any more to slow us down, and further delay a much anticipated lunch date at the lean-to.

Following lunch, the group of 13, now seasoned veterans of the Cedar River and its Flow, launched their boats for the return trip. However a couple of us couldn’t resist the temptation to stop and take lots of pictures of the butterflies that seemed to delight in feeding on the Joe-Pye Weed that grew in abundance on the moist banks. In true Cane’s tradition of leaving no one behind, we were greeted by 4 members of our group that had waited for us.   At this point we could see that the other paddlers were nearing the parking area at the north end of the Flow, so the 6 of us decided to explore the Eastern shoreline at a more leisurely pace. We weren’t in any hurry to leave this peaceful bit of paradise behind, and return to the “Real” world.   Being quiet, and paddling slowly has its rewards. We were treated to a Bald Eagle (maybe) soaring effortlessly on high, a Great Blue Heron, a Loon, Canada Geese, and more.   About half way down the Flow, perhaps due to miscommunication, lack of rear view mirrors or tethers, real or imagined, our merry band of 6 ended up splitting into a group of 2 & another of 4.   Fortunately I was with the larger one that had backtracked a bit in an attempt to locate the entrance to Buell Brook. Once there we proceeded to paddle upstream until we reached one of those classic obstructions so common to the Adirondacks, a beaver dam. It would have been an easy lift up and over, but we agreed that it was getting late, we were a bit tired, and we still had another mile or two to go.   So, sadly, we decided to turn around, vowing to return another day.

I would like to thank Peggy & Ed, Jack & Lenore, Peter & Linda as well as Katie, Fran, newcomer Carolyn J., Gail, Margie, and Linda for sharing this magical place with me.  

9/9/17 - Wanderer . added 15 photos.

34 photos

We left the parking area, heading South on the Flow towards our destination under a canopy of blue skies, and fleecy white clouds.

A Cormorant flaps its wings, thus giving us its nod of approval. At least I'd like to think so.

There were plenty of Bottle (Closed) Gentians in bloom at the far left end of the Flow.

We finally arrived at the beaver dam. Fortunately it was clear sailing from here to the lean-to.

I believe the conversation went something like this: "You get in first; no, you go first. Alright lets draw straws."

Guess who won? The Cheshire grin says it all.

The lunch bunch at the lean-to: Carolyn J., Margie, Linda, Ed, and Katie.

I guess all the seats were taken, or else they just preferred to eat standing up.

A solitary stalk of grass seemed to be thriving in the nutrient rich "night soil".

I thought about using the facility, but there was absolutely no privacy. Besides, the thought of that tufted tassel, tickling my tush was just too much.

Jack is waiting patiently for the lunch bunch to get underway.

Finally, the last two boats leave. Now I'm free to lead from behind.

Leading from behind has it's perks, like being able to stop and take a picture of a Turtlehead flower.

I eventually caught up with them when they slowed down to go through the snag in the river.

A better picture, or multiple pictures would have helped, but I believe this is a Red Admiral butterfly, rather than the Painted Lady. Regardless, it seemed to enjoy feeding on the ever present Joe-Pye Weed.

There were others sharing nature's bounty too, including the Giant Swallowtail butterfly.

My snapped shot seems to have captured the image of a Bald Eagle, but intense backlighting can fool the eye, and the camera. The debate continues, Bald Eagle or Osprey? I'll let you be the judge.

Jack, cooling off his tootsies in the cool waters of Buell Brook. At least I think that's what he was doing.

The dam signaled the end of our exploration of the Brook, for today anyway. I prefer to think of it as a possible beginning; an excuse to return another day to see what's on the other side. Fini! For now.

Most of the group - waiting for the leader and the sweep team - added by Wanderer

One of the largest complex of beaver lodges I have ever seen - three separate lodges on the banks of the Flow - added by Wanderer

Reed beds and mountain view near the southern end of the Flow - added by Wanderer

'Rondack Ray - our leader - added by Wanderer

Fran - added by Wanderer

Carolyn & Margie - added by Wanderer

Katie - added by Wanderer

Linda Frees - added by Wanderer

Ed - added by Wanderer

Lenore with matching ensemble - added by Wanderer

Paddling the Cedar River - added by Wanderer

Lunchtime for the boats .... - added by Wanderer

.... and lunchtime for the paddlers - added by Wanderer

Jack's reward for helping us around the beaver dam! - added by Wanderer

Canada geese on a stopover on their way south - added by Wanderer

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