At South Bound Brook, the Raritan curves north and I-287 curves south. The towpath goes under the highway twice. I stopped under the first bridge to gawk at this graffiti. That's one steady hand that must have painted this from a boat.
At Landing Lane in New Brunswick, the curated crushed shale gave way to single track for about a quarter mile. And then, there it was, the end of the line:
Even Pete took a picture.
On the way back, we spotted some ducks in the river. We didn't know what they were, so I took a couple of pictures in order to figure them out later.
Buffleheads. They were moving fast along the river. A good close-up was impossible.
Where the Millstone meets the Raritan, we stopped for a quick rest. The Millstone is left center; the Raritan is just off center above the spillway:
I walked back to try to see everything at once: the canal (left), the towpath with Tom and Pete (center), the Millstone (center right) and the Raritan (right):