It’s a 1958 Alaskan Camper. “It raises and lowers”, the logo says. And it’s true, even today at age 54, she raises and lowers. Seen above in the aerodynamic lowered position. I’ve been looking at campers for decades. … Continue reading
I was somewhere in my fifties when I first read a book for the second time. I can’t remember what the book was now, maybe Huck Finn, or Tom Sawyer, or The Maine Woods, but I guess I’d put enough years between the … Continue reading
I’m all for preventative medicine. That’s why I’m planning a canoe trip next week to Chamberlain Lake. I can actually feel the thoughts of floating on the lake in my canoe lowering my blood boiling threshold, therefore diminishing my chances … Continue reading
Already the river has become a blur. The lakes and ponds I remember, the expanse of Chamberlain, the blue distances of Eagle, the choppy waters of Churchill. Then the sexy hills of Umsaksis, Long Lake’s peace and longness. The delta … Continue reading
I’d wanted a layover day to slow the trip down. It had taken years to get here, why have it go by quickly. Even after a night of rain, a morning of rain, and no prospect of clearing I figured … Continue reading
“Isn’t there something that tastes this good, but isn’t groundhog?”, asked Mariner. The groundhog stew was in a small serving dish set to the side of our regular dinner plates. It was within easy reach, but also far enough way … Continue reading
A cool wet wind blows out of the northeast into my face. It’s uncomfortable enough I stop paddling and pull on a windbreaker. It’s not good, this weather out of the east. Last night the ranger mentioned three days of … Continue reading
At Lock Dam Chamberlain water flows into the Allagash watershed through a culvert, and a small mile long stream that runs down to Eagle Lake. I’d heard of people walking their canoes through there, but the water seemed high enough … Continue reading
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