60 F, light rain
On Saturday we pedaled out as far as we could on the Colchester Causeway section of the Island Line. We knew that the flooding had washed away a lot of gravel. It was a bit surreal in the rain and mist.
Oops, there's a hole.
Oh my, a bigger one. A tire was sunk in the depression, filled with debris. It appeared that the wind and waves pushed anything and everything onto the path. It's a driftwood seeker's dream ride. The water has only retreated one foot, but with more rain who knows what else will happen.
Egads, it's pretty bad out here. Even the trees are "swimming" in the lake.
That's the bridge up ahead.
Sure enough. Closed, washouts ahead.
We talked with the fly fisherman. He showed us his dinner - a 16" salmon. He was a chatty fellow, but we we're getting chilled. Time to turn around.
It's hard to digest this destruction to the Island Line. Some consider it the crown jewel of this area because of it's unique designation as the only marble-lined (former) railway. Riding on it feels like you are riding on water.
|Photo by Paul O. Boisvert, courtesy of Local Motion|