THE BLESSING OF GOOD NEIGHBORS NEVER RUNS DRY.
The Mumford is normally a powerful little river. It’s the largest of the Blackstone’s tributaries. The Mumford’s wrath has more than once been felt as it overflowed its banks and turned the town into a lake.
Mighty no more. The Mumford is barely a stream. Until the dam in Uxbridge, where the river crosses Route 16, the river looks more or less normal.
That’s because the dam contains the water, allowing only a small spillway and a tiny overflow to pass the dam and flow into the Mumford. Immediately in front of the dam, there are a few inches of water — enough to sustain a few small fish that can feed at least one blue heron.
Just across the overpass formed by Route 16, probably no more than 200 feet from the dam, the river becomes a series of shiny, reflective puddles. Not a river…
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