Down the Rabbit Hole

The Mystic River

This past summer we spent a lot of time on the Mystic River. We explored the coves and marinas in a borrowed zodiac, soaking up sun while my daughter trailed her yellow crab net through the water to capture moon jellies. The river flows under the quasi-famous Mystic Drawbridge and past the Seaport, where the tall ship the Morgan as moored for most of the summer. Its a busy waterway, almost always populated by kayaks and paddleboarders. It slips past shops and restaurants and a town green that never seems free of an assortment of dogs, kids and hackysack players. My daughter loves to tie up at the dingy dock so we can venture down onto main street to score some ice cream or visit the candy shop. We passed many idyllic afternoons this way our Indian summer stretched on.