In a previous post I showed viewers one of the local fresh water marshes, frozen at this time year. Rather cold and almost intimidating.
I went back a few days later to see if I could find a trail around the marsh towards the river. I did find a hidden path and it took me to the banks of the mighty Matabesett.
Best to explain a New England river to our long distance readers. If you can’t jump across, it must be a river. Matabesett is a little bigger, only 16 miles long, but fairly narrow in some places. There are marshes along the way to confuse where the river bank really is.
Maine, the large New England state, has many ‘ponds’. The Mediterranean would be a ‘pond’ in Maine.
Not being a native New Englander I will leave you to draw your own conclusions.
The images here are from my walk along the trails by this river named for a native American tribe (also known as “Black-hill Indians”) that inhabited the Middletown Connecticut area.