We biked down to the Coaticook.
Akiva went IN!!!
Iris also got wet.
We biked down to the Coaticook.
Akiva went IN!!!
Iris also got wet.
Akiva needed some time with just me.
I took him on a ride through North Hatley to the old swimming spot on the Coaticook.
I wanted to bring the goslings somewhere new and different, so I loaded them into the basket of the cargo bike to go for a ride. I didn’t know that geese don’t like riding bicycles. It would explain some things, tho! I suppose if they liked riding bikes, they could bike south instead of fly. Unfortunately, our geese can’t ride bikes or fly. To make the trip to the river easier on them, I put a big burlap bag over the basket.
I biked through the woods until I couldn’t go any further on the cargo bike, then we all walked.
It may well be a kilometer between the bike and where I wanted to go on the river.
By the time we got there, the geese were too exhausted to swim.
They sat in the grass and had a big snack.
Akiva was not too tired to play.
He brought Orange Boy in the boat to the river.
Huge rapids! The boat capsized! AAAH! HELP!
We returned a different way.
Unfortunately for the geese, it was no shorter.
They forgave us eventually.
First we walk down to the river,
then we go in.
Right here in town there’s a place to rent kayaks. You don’t even have to own one. If you’re happy starting off from the same spot all seasonβ which I amβ a person can join for a mere 60$ per season. This includes all the kayak rentals and the PFDs and no boat hauling. And the kids are free. Why didn’t I join at the beginning of the summer? Who knows! But even joining at the very end of the summer was worth it. Both kids wanted their own boats. Akiva would have been happy turning a few circles at the boat ramp and getting out. I promised that if he would paddle down the river until he got tired, I’d tow him back. Because in addition to coming with paddles and PFDs, the boats come with tow ropes for tugging in tired tots. How nice is that!
it would be a good thing to practice floating on his belly.
I
In the Trees
II
Throwing Rocks
III
River Sitting
IV
Woodland Napping
To get to 45.323320, -71.889162 where we play in the river, I like to bike up Ch. Swede, cross 143, go down Ch. Sherbrooke through “downtown” North Hatley then turn right on Rte. 108 just after it crosses the bridge. Rte. 108 leads to the Route Verte 1.
The Route Verte 1 leads all the way to Sherbrooke, and I have taken it as far. Rumor has it that the path emerges on the other side of the city unscathed and travels far, farther on, tho I have never found it. My inability to ask directions when lost (it’s a language issue, not the same inability that is most frequently associated with the presence of the Y chromosome) has never helped.
From Route Verte 1, back where I was in the first paragraph, I bike along and I bike along until I see a river. The river comes and goes. I shout, “Hello, River!” when I see the river. Just south of Capelton Mine, the Coaticook River that passes through Waterville dumps itself into the Massawippi River flowing up (because north is “up,” not because I believe the river is actually gaining in altitude) from North Hatley. Just north of Capelton Mine there is a bend in the river. Here, at approximately 45.323603, -71.890372, the children and I dismount the bike and walk a short steep slope downward to a path that reaches the river. This is where we find our spot: 45.323320, -71.889162.
It started out in the normal way: a walk in the woods down to the river,
fully clothed.
But, with the toss of the first rock, the first splash wetted their clothing andβ
Off it came! Splash!
In to the water with the rocks!
Throw to the other side!
Andβ
bloop!
It’s good to have a river.