September 19, 2012

Canoe Trip: Part One

The morning finally arrives in which I leave to meet my cousin, Kendall, in mid-Maine for our latest adventure. A multi-day canoe trip like this involves weeks of planning and we intend to fully enjoy every moment. Plans consist of exploring Maine’s second largest lake with an 18ft. canoe that Kendall crafted by hand. At its greatest lengths, Chesuncook Lake is 22 miles long and 4 miles wide. On it’s shores we'll find restful sleep in our hammocks and hopefully catch our dinner on a fly line.

Two chairs, at the last public camp site we cross, overlook a section of lake near our launch site. This will be where I retire and spend my evenings.

We set out upon blue waters with a matching sky. Wisps of clouds slowly transform as the wind brushes lightly against the sides of our canoe.

We crank up the old Johnson boat motor to cross the widest section of lake. An hour later we are casting our fly lines into the water as we approach our first campsite.

Rolling up the sleeves of my Woolrich flannel to soak in limited fall sunshine.

As we locate our beach campsite, we toss up our hammocks before the sun sets and begin cooking dinner.

Tonight's low temperatures will nearly touch 40 degrees Fahrenheit. We rig tarps above our hammocks to keep the evening dew and  possible frost off ourselves.

My fall sleep setup includes a down Big Agnes bag that is rated into the lower temps and a Eagle Nest Outfitters DoubleNest hammock.

Peeling off my boots, I throw on my Sanuk sandals. I toss my feet up to rest my bad back after an afternoon of paddling. 

Woolrich wools and my hammock combined with the splashing waves and a pure Maine sunset are the cure for too much city. I need a solid amount of country running through my blood and this is exactly the evening to reinvigorate myself. The quiet country is precisely the place to clear your mind and collect your thoughts.


Carl said...

Canoe trips are the best way I've found to experience the wilderness. We did plenty of trips in the 80's and 90's in NY and ME.

Rhon Bell said...


Couldn't agree any more with you. This is my 4th canoe trip and I hope that many more are in my future.