22 Nov, 2010 Author: Glorianna Davenport
Today, I set my sites on visiting the source of Beaver Dam Brook. I walk in a southerly direction along the high sandy banks of the former impoundment, trash bag in hand. The late fall light rakes across the old tree stumps; these speak of almost prehistoric wilderness. However the signs of human trespassers are every where: old bottles and cans at the edge or half submerged in the soft sediment of the emerging channel; the various dock structures that people had used to access this reservoir; the large new houses that abut the western shore; and even a couple of trees one resident there had felled last summer, no doubt in in order to improve his view of the water. I walk on, careful to stay on high ground. At the top of the impoundment area, high ground beckons me into scrub alders, else the muddy sediment may claim a boot or worse a leg! I obey. Slowly I make my way up the little wood-land stream to a point at which the water pours out of the land. I have reach the source! Not conducive to being photographed, turn my camera back toward the light of what was once a 30 acre lake.