Cold Hands Day
The wind from the last two days has abated and only the rain remains. I put in on the Pequabuck in a cool, light sprinkle, the first of the "cold hands" days. The water is up a little and a good current carries me the short meandering distance to the Farmington, where I turn upstream in to new waters. The clouds have not peeled back as I had hoped for. The yellow rain jacket that lives down deep in the bottom of my pack comes out and stays on even when the rain tapers off. The current is swift in most places and fast in others with only a few slower pools. I paddle, wade and eddy hop up the insides of the bends. At the island, I portage the lower tip, the current in the main stem too fast at the top of the island and the current in the side channel too fast at the bottom. Such busyness makes for few photos. The bottom is cobbles and larger...glacial till to my eyes. The rock paddle comes out in the shallow sections. In an hour, I reach a broaden...
