Training Log Archive: TomN

Pawtuckaway. It was supposed to be a re-run of a few legs in a previous event. Instead it was run into the forest and promptly get lost, then spend the rest of the time avoiding swamps coming back out.

There were mosquitos and black flies. I don't know why I didn't anticipate that, but they weren't around the last time I was there.

Put in at the cannons and paddled upriver to the Rt. 108 bridge, then back. Made one wrong turn at Great Brook, which pretty quickly looked different -- more vegetation in the riverbed. It dead-ended at what looked a lot like a beaver dam, which had raised the level of the impounded water by more than a foot. A surprising number of people in the campgrounds down by the bridge, settled in for the night, or maybe the weekend.