Molly’s Pond State Park

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JUNE 13 Thursday

It is a beautiful morning in my wonderful life when I am able to start out first thing and drive to a quiet pond and put my boat in for a few hours of introspection.

Though it is called a state park, Molly’s is mostly the pond. There is a state owned house on the far shore that appears to be available to select people to rent.  I’ve only seen a family there once when I’ve been here. The children were playing on the beach. No pictures of the house this time.  It isn’t actually visible from the water though its roof is and there is a path down to a section of sandy shore.

This is one of my favorite bodies of water for kayaking.  Never many boats if any, and only that one house.  There are boat-in campsites along the shore but they are seldom occupied either.

Otherwise it’s the dam (unfortunately) on the upper end and the rest is undeveloped shore line.

Early morning reflections are wonderful.  Mirror images.

I encounter the resident pair of loons more than once in the morning.   There were several floating “don’t disturb-nesting” signs but I see neither the nest or a chick.

Surprised and happy to find a spotted sandpiper to watch for a while.

I do see some unusual things kayaking.  What does this look like to you?  An otter?  A dog??  

Since this is the largest  incoming cascade, I assume it must be the pond’s namesake.   I hear it  faintly and then louder and louder as I paddle toward it  around the pond’s edge.   The sound it makes rippling down through the trees to the pond is one I could sit and listen to for a very long time.  And I do.  I’m in no hurry.

This link is to a short video of what I’m calling Molly’s Falls #1.  The video isn’t great because of the sun and the camera woman but you can hear the lovely voice of the water.

This time the unusual was on the shore.    What is it?   The same dog?

What do you think?   How did it get here?

There are very few things I enjoy more than a quiet morning on a smooth lake.  That Vermont has so many is one of the reasons I’m finding it hard to go elsewhere for my summer.

I spot the gosling first and then the entire family.

I don’t think I’ve seen as many Canada Geese in this part of Vermont as I saw in Virginia when I spent my life there.

This is definitely a new one on me.  A lake with a yellow pollen bathtub ring.  With the amount of rain that has fallen in the days since this morning,  I doubt it can be seen now.  Must have been a lot of pollen.

The second of the “falls” on Molly’s pond.   Notice how crystal clear the water is. 

It may be tiny but the sound is beautiful just the same.   Here is a short video so you can hear it.

 

Mornings like this ‘restoreth my soul’ and I remember how very lucky I am to live a life in which they are part.