Baxter State Park, Maine
Trip Start May 05, 2013
17Trip End Sep 11, 2013
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...looking hard for a drive-in... searching for a corner cafe..
well... i'm so glad i'm livin' in the U.S.A.
yes.. i'm so glad i'm livin' in the U.S.A.
anything you want... we got right here in the U.S.A...
traveled 130 mi from Fredericton where we spent a couple of nights..
had just a 20 min wait at the border w/ a warm welcome (what a difference in the crossings)
lunched at the quintessential 'on the road' mom & pop diner (Grammy's Country Inn) the food, service & portions were more than worth the stop..
for those astute readers that have questioned my leaving Cape Breton..i did so on the premise that dh promised me moosies here at Baxter... sooo fingers x'd
i have been reminded why i have coveted this lifestyle… days filled w/ providence…
we took a forbidden ride down the infamous Golden Road.. a 90 mi private stretch owned by the Great Northern Paper Company..it all felt very ominous & i kept a watchful eye for log-laden trucks and brawny lumberjack..
it's a reconnaissance trip to check out a rustic campground located on the west branch of the Penobscot, which amongst other things claims a spectacular view of Mt Katahdin - the northern terminus of the Appalachian Trail and the highest mountain in Maine at 5,268 ft
after reading a review about watching moose swim from the campsite, i was drooling…
my undertaking was to convince dh to make the 19 mi drive on the pothole ridden road..
..a sunny day & a welcome breeze at the camp paired w/ inviting kayaking possibilities almost convinced him..
we stopped at a trading post & a moosehead beer completed my task.. he was sold :)
so we spent several glorious days dry camping out in the boonies..
no hook-ups, internet or phone for several days..
no matter, the wilderness is hauntingly beautiful
we’re entertained with nature.. birds are abundant..
luis even caught some brook trout..
there’s something remarkable about camping on the water.. plus i seem to never tire of that mountain view..
got up at the crack of dawn and continued on our moose mission.. to no avail…
however, we did spot a lone deer & happened upon this beautiful part of the Penobscot..
then later that afternoon…
…and here she is in all her glory :)
the following day we discovered a bull
sharing a bath w/ some ducks :)
on our last morning in the wild,
it seemed fitting that we had a daybreak awakening
to the poignant wail of the Common Loon echoing across the river..
my visit to Maine felt complete :)
“The spruce and cedar on its shores, hung with gray lichens, looked at a distance like the ghosts of trees. Ducks were sailing here and there on its surface, and a solitary loon, like a more living wave, — a vital spot on the lake's surface, — laughed and frolicked, and showed its straight leg, for our amusement.”
― Henry David Thoreau, The Maine Woods