Categories: Atlantic Ocean, Local History, Lynch Park, Water Quality
Nov 11, 2009 02:56 pm 3 Comments

I drove past the North River thousands of times before I ever learned its name.

This finger of the Atlantic worms its way up through Beverly Harbor and into the grungy infrastructure of Salem, Massachusetts.

It ducks under North Street (a.k.a. Route 114) and continues life as a channel-ized canal.

I skipped the canal section, as the underground pipe was too small for me to swim through, and started swimming at the head of the river.

I passed trash lined banks, boatyards, and auto junk yards.

The runoff from these operations--copper paints, dog poop, fuel, and asbestos dust--hasn't helped an already struggling Smelt fishery. (Before the passage of the Clean Water Act of 1972, things were even worse for these migrating fish: the entire North River used to turn red, brown, or green depending on which sorts of industrial dyes were being dumped in that day.)
When I cleared the Beverly-Salem Bridge, I got a lovely glimpse of industrial Salem on my right.

As the sun bled pink, I breaststroked out into Beverly Harbor, and hung a left into the cove at Lynch Park.

I snapped off this shot of the rocky bottom, and then waded in to the beach.

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November 11, 2009 - 7:13pm