This past Saturday I tramped down my own path inside Old Calf Pasture in Concord , MA and headed for a snowy riverside path along the Sudbury River. My winter walk begins with donning a painter's balaclava and a philosophy of although having limited knowledge of what lies ahead I'm confident I'll know it when I see it. My divots in the snow displayed a frightening variety; nothing like the delicate tracks left behind by the meanderings of deer, otters or rabbits. I continued to scrutinize the frozen waterway banks lined with ancient willows for the right combination of form and line. Not satisfied I kept on, leaning forward emitting steam driven breathes and a brow heavy with sweat until I came to the confluence of three rivers: the Sudbury, Assabet and Concord. There along the opposite bank was a bump of sorts; a snow covered bit of rocky ledge in the marsh flatland. Now that looks interesting!
|My first "Selfie'!|
On the hill Nashawtuck
at the meeting of the rivers
and along the banks
lived the Indian owners of
before the white men came.
Musketaquid is the Native American word for the Concord River meaning Meadow River.
And... I found in my research that there is indeed a foot trail on which the man and his dog traveled to reach Egg Rock. It is off the Reformatory Branch Trail and parking can be found at the Simon Willard Woods.
And ...my painter's philosophy was once again tested and proven true..."I'll know it when I see it".