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I Like Winter I was supposed to write about ice. I wanted to take you away from the CT river, up into the higher elevations, where the crystal trickles are, and where on steep slopes ice fountains rise below dripping cliff edge. When things really get icy, remaining springs of fresh water attract forest creatures. I wanted to help you find one, and urge you to look for tracks and poops. Wintertime… Read More

The Heart of Our River The Connecticut River is ours, right? It doesn’t really matter if you live in the Pioneer Valley or the Hilltowns of Western MA: when you drive I-91 to invade, or retreat from, the DC-to-Boston sprawl it roils conspicuously beneath bridges or courses by your side—the broad, slow, murmuring River. As you’re chased over the Cooli Bridge by a wolfpack of Volvos, it flashes in the sun like… Read More

The Ripple We who live in and around the Nonotuck biome (also called the “Happy Valley”) don’t have much of the lore, and language, of rivers. The Pocumtuck people who lived here before 1650, had over 10,000 years worth of stories that voiced the value(s) of rivers. Colonists did not record any of them except for one, unfortunately; thus the giant blank and crypt-like silence where stories should be. The Pocumtuck had… Read More

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