his grandfather used to ford the river in the days when they used to cut hay on Reeds Island. The house and the vista radiate serenity. The long ribbon of the Tobique is a delightfully intense blue, and the pale empty sky in my painting gradually becomes populated by a flock of fluffy cumulus clouds that gather along the southern horizon. I chose this end of the broad view to show Cooper Mountain, one of the abrupt forested hills hereabouts. Lee tells us that one of the rumoured options is to curve the Energy East Pipeline around it and cross the river on this side of Cooper Mountain.
glochidia, or perhaps there are "landlocked" Salmon here that never get out to the sea.
While wading, Fred saw some movements that may have been crayfish, and then found the shed skin of a juvenile Cambarus bartoni. This species is very inconspicuous to people, being brown and shy, and tending to burrow, so the Reeds had not known that there were crayfish here. Recent rains have raised the water level in the Tobique, so not as much of the gravel bars are exposed, but we hope that the river will be lower when we return.
I didn't get down to see the river myself today. We packed up in mid-afternoon as soon as my painting was finished, as we are expected this evening at the New Brunswick Museum's Bio-blitz headquarters near Gagetown to participate in this year's two-week all-taxon survey of the Grand Lake Meadows Protected Natural Area. I hope to have another opportunity to visit and paint on the Tobique on our return. I'm thinking "This countryside begs to be explored" as we drive south, crossing one fascinating-looking creek after another.