Woodens River Walk
Soon after I moved to Nova Scotia, I heard about a group of who are committed to protecting the natural qualities of the local watershed. They are the Woodens River Watershed Environmental Organisation. I liked what they were doing, especially as I live on the very edge of a designated Wilderness Area. So, I decided to go to a meeting, and now I’m on their Board! So, my first task was to find out where this Woodens River was, and walk along it.
Today was the perfect day for doing so and I couldn’t have been more thrilled with what I saw.
My first sighting of this fast flowing river
Crystal clear. Green and gold rocks.
The sound of rushing water accompanies the whole walk.
No navigation or effort is required along Wooden’s Lane. Pure pleasure.
Periodically it widens out to a lake, all part of this watershed.
The colours are exceptional.
No chance of forgetting that we only just barely emerging from a tough winter.
The track seems well maintained and well used by walkers and ATV’s.
Huge granite boulders wrapped in moss, which stays bright all winter.
Even with some snow still on the ground, new growth is evident.
We meet a few fellow walkers. Most had dogs. This sweet Nova Scotian Duck Toller was happy to pose for her photograph.
Light shines through the trees magically.
Every part of this walk has something special to see.
Took a slight detour to cross the river at this pleasing little bridge.
My guess is that this sign is telling us we can or cannot fish for trout here.
The air was as pure as the water looked.
Clear clear water which I plan to swim in much, much later.
This majestic tree was draped with lichen. They called it Old Man’s Beard here.
Fallen trees are mostly left to their own devices. Nature takes its course.
Signs of Spring recovery.
As the walk progressed we dropped down nearer to the river, and then moved further away.
There are plenty of little tracks to follow that take you to the river’s edge.
Time for a drink and a bite to eat.
Then, on we went on this increasingly beautiful track. Leaving no trace of having been there.
So many luscious shade of green.
Green really is my favourite colour.
Last year’s Bracket Fungus.
A mighty great tree leaning right over the river.
We sit and watch the colours.
Over and under the water.
I lie down for a moment and see just green and blue.
It’s intoxicatingly beautiful here.
And here, still covered in ice is last year’s leaf. Hanging on.
A suitable road sign.
Some form of log management here.
I really could have walked all day and into the evening.
Next time I probably will!