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After a month of carving, pounding, reading, sanding, weaving, writing, and chopping we pick up a new tool. It’s smooth, strong, and individually crafted—the paddle.We step into a shining cedar canoe with paddles in hand and suddenly the ancient travel routes open to us and we are free.

We fill our bellies with fiddleheads, Knotweed pie, and other tasty gifts from the riverbank.

We study hydro power and water quality.

We learn geology from the top of Mt Ascutney.

We make fire with friction.

 

We navigate the shallow headwaters of the Nullhegan River, waist deep in peat bogs we dream of the mighty Connecticut down river.

“With some trepidation, many happy memories, and more excitement than I can possibly articulate, we set out to bring this journey full circle and complete what we have started.” –from the group journal

We paddle all night and watch the sunrise over frosty farm fields.

Students polling up the West River.