Moosehead August 2012

It was my last weekend of vacation and we decided to load the kayaks onto the car and head up towards Moosehead Lake.  We didn't have any definite plans but figured we'd be able to find a room and a place to paddle.  We arrived in Greenville about noontime and had lunch at a cool little restaurant right on the water called The Black Frog.  It has a very entertaining menu:  http://www.theblackfrog.com/bf_menu.html   check it out.  We then called to see if we could get on the Katahdin Steamboat cruise but it was sold out so we browsed through a few shops in town and then booked a room at a nice little motel right on the water.  We decided not to put in there and headed out to Lily Bay State Park where we did about a 3 hour paddle around the islands.  

Crystal (me) kayaking.

Nice view of Mt. Kineo I presume.

Stopped on one of the little islands and played in the water for a bit.

This sign was on the island; it said "Hi!" 

A couple of baby loons.

View from our motel room - Chalet Moosehead Lakefront Motel. 

We got back into town and decided to go out to the local marsh where people say you're likely to see moose.  We stayed for about an hour but so no signs of moose so went into town and ate dinner at The Stress Free Moose.  Turned in fairly early and had breakfast the next morning at Kelly's Landing.  We then decided to head over to Moxie Falls by way of a 16 mile dirt road that connects to The Forks area.  I think we saw just one other car the whole drive over.

16 mile dirt road between Greenville Junction and Moxie Falls

Us at Moxie Falls

Rick playing on the rocks at Moxie Falls

Moxie Falls

I liked this tree root

The hike into Moxie Falls is only about a mile and pretty level.  We stopped at the picnic area at The Forks and watched the river for a while.  I'd love to paddle that section some time as it looks pretty gentle through there and for quite a ways down.  I'm not sure just how, but the Dead River and the Kennebec River come together there.  

We arrived home before dark and it didn't take Karma long to reestablish himself in Rick's lap.  

Big Comfy Chair

I’m sitting in my big comfy chair on this dreary gray day looking out the window at the beach. There’s a blue suv parked over there. As I watch, a middle aged woman with short red hair climbs out of the back seat, adjusts her clothing, pulling her pants out of the crack of her ass, straightens her blouse, and stretches . . . just as a young man climbs out of the back seat on the other side of the suv. He runs his hands through his thick black hair, turns and smiles at the woman, and lights a cigarette, as they both climb into the front seats of the suv and drive away. Hmmm, wonder what they were doing . . .

Amazing what I can witness, right from the coziness of my big comfy chair. One early morning last week I watched an eagle soaring over the tops of the pine trees. Another day I watched as multiple hundred year-old pines were murdered, just for being.

I sit here today with Karma curled up beside me and the sound of rain drizzling off the roof. I contemplate lighting a fire in the fireplace though knowing I’d be plenty warm if I just put on a pair of socks instead of lounging around in my lightweight clothes and bare feet. I should save the wood for a colder day but the fire would feel so cozy and take some of the dampness and dreariness out of the air. I know before I even begin that the “shoulds” aren’t going to win this argument.