The Stroudwater River is 15.2 miles long from its source at Duck Pond in Buxton to here where it empties into the Fore River in the Stroudwater neighborhood. It's one of my favorite areas coming into the city. For me, it's one of the most picturesque spots around too, attached to a couple of memories that just won't fade away. I can count on one hand the number of times I've ever been fishing, but the first time was near the waterfall with my Grampa. Now, I kid you not. While he was flippin' perch on the bank, my only 'catch' of the afternoon was an old mud-filled black, buckled boot. A cliche´ but true. No wonder fishing and me don't get along, still. Near the waterfall, up on the hill, there used to be an old icehouse. On many a winter Saturday night out with the family, Dad's stationwagon would always seem to stop nearby to look at the ice. A couple of times in the evening, we actually saw some fellers on the ice cutting and sliding large pieces towards the icehouse. These memories are fun to recall. Yet, always touched with a tinge of sadness.