If you are looking to get out on the water for some spring paddling but have not quite made it yet, consider joining the "Paddle the Border" event coming up Sunday May 23rd. This will be the 7th year for this popular paddlers get together and all indications point to good weather and reasonable water conditions.
It is a day of freebies, free shuttle service and a free concert at the end of the run at Bedell Bridge State Park. The route goes from the community field in Woodsville, NH to Bedell Bridge Park again on the NH side, a distance of approx. 12 miles. There will be food for sale by the local Rotary Club at the end also which goes to support their scholarship fund. The first wave of boats is scheduled to head out around 10am. Get going early, drop your boat off at the start and then drive down to Bedell Bridge, leave your car and take the bus back to the community field. I would expect at least 50 boats participating. Definately more if it is a nice warm sunny day.
I was on the water yesterday with a crew from Channel 3 News from Plattsburg/Burlington doing an interview and photo shoot. Check out the news on channel 3 this coming Tuesday the 18th and catch a glimpse of the river and yours truly paddling the camera crew up through the narrows to the covered bridge on the Ammonoosuc River. Check out the video they put together (it's prefixed by a short ad, so hang in there).
Happy Paddling!!!
Scott
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- Hemlock Pete
- The most frequent question I get asked is, "Where did you get the name Hemlock Pete?" First of all my name is Scott Edwards. The Hemlock Pete title was given to me by my grandfather, Howard Wardner. Here is a man who was blessed with three daughters and not a single son. He was an avid outdoorsman born and raised in the Adirondack mountains of upstate New York. His father was an Adirondack Guide working for the Paul Smith's Hotel. When I was born (in Key West Florida) my grandfather drove down to see me. This was a very long trip back in 1957. As the story goes, he took one look at me and declared that I was his "Hemlock Pete". According to my grandmother he could not wait for me to accompany him on his hunting and fishing excursions. Unfortunately for both of us he passed away when I was merely two years old. My grandmother (Mildred Wardner) quite often would mention how much Howard would have enjoyed my company.