Photo credit to Marilyn L
As I promised, we have more to report from our journey in mid-July to the edge of Maine’s wilderness (at least the edges of wilderness according to Mr Thoreau in 1846 when he ventured near here). Murphy was a bit hesitant to get into the canoe but handled it after a minute or two of figuring out where to sit. Here you can see how we started, with him straddling the cross-bars. Pete and I finally coaxed him to the lie down right behind me.
Getting more pictures was difficult because I could not get my mini-camera (a Samsung DX-something designed to be expendable in the case of sinking) to pull off a selfie. Murphy stayed right behind me the entire journey and no photo opportu
nities happened.
Our journey was mostly uneventful and the highlight, if that can be said, was finding a DEAD moose floating very slowly downstream. As we passed the carcass heading upstream, Murphy did not notice it at all. He became more interested as we passed it heading back to the dock but I am not sure he understood what it was. During the journey, he did get real interested in something in the woods and I had to make sure he stayed in the boat.
Last weekend we traveled several hours north on I-95 until the exit to the small town of Howland ME appeared. Venturing east at the exit, one travels five or six miles until the utility poles end. About a mile after that, we reach our friends camp, nestled off the road (no power but still a paved road) halfway to an out-of-the-way stream. 