Damn, I can't believe I haven't posted since last October and I think that post was one I'd written back in the summer. Anyway, here I am at camp, solo for night #2, listening to some Sweet Melissa on my Ipod and loving the beautiful breeze coming off the Cobb and the various critters scurrying around, trying to get a last morsel of something before settling down for the night and allowing the nocturnal critters their domain. Today's highlights: watched as an eagle swooped down and snatched a nice fish from the Cobb out in front of camp. That was pretty much it. Didn't paddle today. My arms are rather sore from two days of paddling in a row. Tomorrow I'll be out there again and maybe do the whole trip down to the dam.
I should have driven to Augusta today and voted. I didn't. That's not like me. But I have to say that I'm rather discouraged politically these days. Fucking Trump. Fucking LePage. Fucking Maine Legislature. They're trying to undo 2 referendums we passed last November: Ranked Choice Voting and a 3% tax on Mane's top earners to fund education to the 55% required in the Referendum we passed 10 years ago that they never achieved. Fuckers. Their response: we're trying to get there. Fuck you. So if I'm pulled over for drunken driving can I respond: Hey, I'm trying to get sober, I haven't had anything to drink for at least an hour?
I didn't sleep well last night. I think it was that damn "death by chocolate" cake that Eddie had gotten for his birthday yesterday and insisted I take some home. It called to me until I ate some and the caffeine in the chocolate kept me up until 4 am.
This is my third night at camp and I haven't managed to wake up to watch the sunrise yet. I only see it reflected on the western shore of The Cobb but it's often pretty spectacular. Maybe I'll see it tomorrow morning. A beer with dinner and a glass of wine and I'm expecting an early bedtime.
Betty is coming out tomorrow for a kayak paddle!