I was glad that I had wore my L.L.Bean duck shoes. Much of the path is now muddy gravel. There aren't too many washouts, but enough to keep Alan and his volunteers busy for a couple days. Today, I appreciated the irony that the part of the path which used to be the good footing of packed snow, is now the treacherous footing of packed ice with a coat of water. There was an unusual quiet in the air, until I realized I was no longer hearing the crunching of snow and ice underfoot.
The good news is that though the Concord River has risen, it still has not overflowed into the impoundments. The bad news is that in most places it only has 1-2 feet to rise before it will. All of the outflows are now inflows as the higher level of the river is forcing water back into the refuge.