|Medomak River from Main Street|
Today one or two boats may be seen moored here regularly in the summer. Locals launch skiffs daily to dig clams during low tide. (My dad did just that hundreds of times. He practically lived on this river.) In early spring elver nets crisscross the falls. Storer Lumber, the building to the left, is a busy place. (The Storer name also figures prominently in town history, and two shipyards on the map at the landing are labeled as owned by Storers.) The old hulking black and gray button factory with its dark windows still looks out over the river just down from Storer's. Many of those of my grandparents' generation worked there at one time or another, including my grandparents. I have my own memories of going down river with my family in our boat to fish mackerel or go to island picnics. I will never look down this spot without thinking of my dad or without wondering what it really was like to see a great five-masted schooner come down its wooden ways and sail off to trade in large cities.
|The northern view on a cloudy day|