This Sunday, friends and I plan to start the New Year the same way we’ve kicked off every Jan. 1 for more than half a century: with a joyous dash and frigid splash.
Four buddies carried out southeaste.
As four of us paddled past Great Island at the mouth of the Connecticut River last Sunday, when the temperature grudgingly rose from single digits to the
Shades of Shackleton on the Connecticut River
From left, Bob Ten Eyck and Curt Andersen, work their way along Connecticut RiverþÄôs frozen shore near Lyme on Sunday. Behind them are Tom Fagin (partially hidden), Declan Nowak and Phil Warner. (Steve Fagin)
Tom Fagin steers around a snow-covered floe. (Steve Fagin)
A potential launch site off Pilgrim Landing Road in Old Lyme was deemed too icy. (Steve Fagin)
A winter paddler must bundle up. (Steve Fagin)
Published February 25. 2021 1:30PM By
Steve Fagin
The crunch of shattering ice reverberated through frigid air Sunday morning as my son Tom and I bashed our paddles and kayaks repeatedly against a frozen Connecticut River in Old Saybrook.