May you find fireplace birds

Fireplace birds

Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.
Dr. Suess

We christened them the “fireplace birds,” but of course they had another name.  In those shortening days toward the end of August 2009, the Allagash was a quiet place.  As Dad and I canoed from Umsaskis Bridge to Michaud Farm, the cool mornings and chilly swimming were more than compensated for by moose heavy with antlers and the beautiful solitude of the river. 

Our cheeky friends first visited us at Lock Dam.  Hopping contentedly among the ashes of the fire pit, focused on pecking who knows what, they were surprisingly tame. The colorful male and his drab partner were a species new to us.  Dad and I love our birds, especially new ones, and felt their presence yet another gift of the late summer wilderness.  Imagine our surprise, the next evening, when we discovered two more in the Outlet campsite on Round Pond.  

Dad and I will never forget those birds, or the midnight stampede of a moose through our campsite and down into the river with a mighty splash, or our first otter family in the Musquacook Deadwater.   A journey is so much more than the destination.  One of my hopes for this summer is to absorb the experience, treasure the moments.  And which parts will live on in my stories, in the memories of my heart?  I don’t know, of course.  But if you ask me why I will live on tuna and granola, portaging in the pouring rain and paddling into the wind, with sweat and bugs my closest friends, I go because of the fireplace birds, whatever they will be. 

Oh, that’s right, you would like to know what those birds were, right?  White-winged Crossbills, Loxia leucoptera, a finch that feeds almost exclusively on spruce and tamarack seeds, eating up to 3,000 in a single day!

A dot in the wilderness (my new SPOT GEN 3)

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Update (September 2015) – My SPOT completed the 53-day trip requiring only one battery change, around day 35 or 40.  I now have a supply of AAA batteries to last a while!

Let me introduce you to Bernie.  At least he started life as “Bernie.”  I don’t usually name my equipment, but the online account asked for a name for my new device and that seemed like a good one.  Just like a St. Bernard, a SPOT satellite transponder will help you get rescued in the wilderness (and let friends and family know when you are fine).

However, it evolved that with my first test message all of my friends and family got a message that someone named Bernie was paddling the NFCT!  There ensued some confused emails asking who is Bernie?  My old SPOT is named Laurie so I will christen this new one Laurie C.

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Old:  SPOT Satellite Personal Tracker  – purchased in 2011 for about $50 after rebate – annual subscription of $99 – weight 7.2 oz with two AA lithium batteries – its three buttons could (a) send an email message showing that I had safely arrived somewhere with the time and coordinates, (b) send a help message to a small previously-chosen group of email addresses, and (c) send a 911 message far and wide, activating a rescue process.

New: SPOT GEN3 – purchased in 2014 for free after rebate – annual subscription for SPOT Basic Service is $149.99 – weight 4.1 oz with 4 AAA lithium batteries  – does everything that the old one did, plus includes tracking (where my position every 10 min. is sent to a private page) – the emergency button is now called an SOS button and sends a message to the GEOS International Emergency Response Center.  Here’s hoping I never need to push it!

Feeling awfully good

Those who have seen me recently will be amazed at this photo taken this lovely morning (in the yard in the sun without sunglasses).  I woke up after nine hours of sleep with no more light sensitivity and proceeded to set up my new Sierra Designs Flashlight 1 UL tent for the first time (outdoors) and seam seal it.  Although the seams are taped inside, Sierra Designs recommends seam sealing the inside and outside of the rainfly and center floor seams to fill in all the tiny holes from the stitching.  Another job finished !

Thanksgiving in May

Just a quick post to let everyone know that thankfully I am on the road to recovery.  Yesterday evening, the light sensitivity made a dramatic  improvement and even the vision in my right eye is better.  So let the trip preparations resume at lightning speed…SPOT setup, yoke construction, packing, creating a custom pot cozy with materials from Katina, and just a bit more shopping.  Thanks for all the well wishes!

Christmas morning in May (my canoe arrives)

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Well, I am still among the living, although the final outcome of my health challenge still hangs in the balance.  Right now, the vision in my right eye is blurry (among other problems), although I can’t imagine that stopping me from going on my adventure if I am otherwise recovered.

Enough of that topic and on to a fun glimpse into the long-awaited arrival of my new canoe Saturday a week ago.  Above are Jordan and Ed  bringing her out at Maine Sport Outfitters in Rockland.  It was love at first sight and I could easily carry her out to the car.  We talked yokes and portaging and paddles and other fun details.  Skip Ciccarelli had talked about the importance of a foot brace, so I was glad to see that my canoe did indeed arrive with one.

For those of you just tuning in, my boat is a 13-foot Wenonah Fusion Kevlar canoe, with skid plates on both ends (adding about 3 or 4 pounds).  One thing I haven’t done is to take an actual weight, which I will do.  The green removable seat that you see in the photo above came with the boat.  So far, I have paddled her 3 times, with her fastest average moving time of 3.3 mph on a roundtrip lake paddle with light winds, about 0.8 mph faster than I would have gone in my kayak!

Traveling partners…my canoe travels well on my RAV4

Health challenge

A challenge has come my way, one that hopefully will not impact my through paddle of the NFCT.  Last Wednesday evening, my right eye started to water and turn red.  Five days, six medical professionals, and several ineffective medicines later, I was diagnosed with EKC.  Most of us haven’t heard of this viral (not bacterial) type of conjunctivitis or “pink eye.”

It’s really fun…very contagious, usually lasts 1 to 2 weeks, has to run its course with only steroid drops, Aleve, cold compresses, and sunglasses to alleviate the symptoms, which I will not list here.  Between blurry vision and light sensitivity, reading and computer work are limited, but I wanted to post something so you would know the latest.  There is a small epidemic locally.

The good news is that most everyone has a full recovery in several weeks, including normal vision.  I am allowed to exercise, so tried my new canoe twice and enjoyed walking, mostly with my eyes shut.  Promise some cheerful posts soon!

The slow road home

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Coming home last Sunday, I took the scenic route.  Somehow my GPS knew that I had some time for exploring.  (For an instrument so obsessed with the word “recalculating,” it is still pretty smart.)  This is the Martin Bridge, a covered bridge built in 1890 on a Vermont farm.  It is the last privately-constructed covered bridge in existence in the state and was designed to be especially tall to accommodate wagons piled high with loose hay.  Feeling the need to stretch my legs, I wandered the property, found an old dump, and saw lots of red-winged blackbirds.  The prize, though, was a bobolink.  It looked vaguely familiar, but I had to consult the bird book at home to learn its name.

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Old friends and new at the NFCT Freshet Fest

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The NFCT held their first-ever Freshet Fest this past weekend.  Here are old friends, Katina and Sam, sharing their delicious breakfast with me at our campsite in Grand Isle State Park.  This was my first look at Lake Champlain and first taste of the fabulous baked goods from Hero’s Welcome, on North Hero Island, which I hope to paddle to this summer.  Katina and I talked for hours and Sam was very patient, while making us an endless quantity of delicious coffee.

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Our group paddle on Arrowhead Mountain Lake on the Lamoille River
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Have you ever seen an osprey nest right at lake level?

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The evening gathering at the Splash Boathouse in Burlington was a great chance to meet lots of kindred spirits, including Dan and Michele Brown, on the left, with Sam and me.  Talking with folks from the NFCT staff and fellow paddlers who I only knew through blogs or emails was very neat and they all expressed their confidence in me and my planned trip.  That meant a lot!

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The through-paddlers who shared their stories definitely helped me visualize the trip and made me realize that they just went out there and took a day at a time.  Here we have Mark Fromm (2012), Skip Ciccarelli (2011), Dan Brown (2014), Katina Daanen (2011), Paul Heintz (2008), Nicole Grohoski (2006) and Peter Macfarlane (2013).  Just a sample of the advice I came home with: paddle from your torso, travel light, don’t be afraid to knock on doors, and stop along the way for some chocolate milk and Milanos.  I’ll close for tonight with flowers and a sunset.

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Yellow trout lily at the campground
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The trillium were thick in the campground woods.
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Sunset over a quiet Lake Champlain…a fitting farewell to a wonderful day!

 

Still training…still shopping…days going faster

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A pair of hooded mergansers in Biscay Pond

Yesterday evening we loaded my old kayak on my vehicle in preparation for the trip to the NFCT Freshet Fest in Vermont this weekend.  This past week has been blessed with summery weather and the trees, flowers, and people are all blossoming.  Sunday I had my longest paddle yet, going down to Bristol Mills and back, for a total of 8.5 miles on a windy afternoon, followed by 4.8 miles on an even windier Monday.

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The fun of shopping continues, with a growing pile of stuff to show for it.  So, what’s in the pile?

  • One pair of wicked-expensive liner socks from REI, great for portaging…they will join the 2 1/2 pairs I already have – the missing sock is somewhere in the South Branch of the Dead River! (cost $0, thanks to my member’s dividend)
  • Two tiny dry bags, one red and one blue, different colors to have fun with organizing something.  Color coding and a system is a key to success ($15 LL Bean close out) – couldn’t find these this morning for the photo – this being a great advertisement for my system of organization – you should see my room!
  • A 21-serving bag of dehydrated refried beans for burritos which arrived yesterday ($10 from Amazon Prime)
  • Lots of camper’s toilet paper.  I always bring this…not sure if it is worth the expense, but it sure is so well packaged, cute and compact ($5 for every 3 rolls).
  • My first ever Platypus collapsible water bottle, to replace one of my Nalgenes.  Still holds a quart of water, weighs 0.9 ounces, compared to 6.3, and takes up no room empty.  This will be especially good since there are large stretches where I will be buying, rather than filtering, my water, and containers will just be going along for the ride. ($9 from LL Bean)
  • The lightest weight combination cable lock I could find – weighs 4.9 ounces and is 5 ft. long, which is barely long enough ($5 from Walmart) …this was more like a necessity for my peace of mind (if I ever finish my book about Paddle for Hope you can read about the time some fisherman “found and rescued” my boat)
  • Three pairs of Ex Officio black quick-drying underwear from LL Bean, with the hope that they can be hand washed as I go (hate to say it – they are $18 a pair)

Almost forgot to share this:  my new canoe will ship out from Wenonah on May 11 and arrive 3 to 5 days later.

A few things to know about the Northern Forest Canoe Trail

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With Team Moxie on the day they finished in July 2011…Moxie was the first dog to complete the NFCT

1.  The Northern Forest Canoe Trail is ancient and, yet,  it’s quite young. Its rivers, lakes, and portages carried America’s native peoples from summer fishing camps to winter hunting grounds since times now lost in history. When the voyageurs and settlers arrived, they, too, knew the same fir-clad banks and steep portages.  Thoreau did, too.

2.  Now the NFCT is both a recreational paddling trail and a non-profit organization, headquartered in VT.  There you will find wonderful maps, tons of paddling resources, and your membership will support everything from building new campsites to negotiating new portage routes to amazing paddling adventures that introduce kids to paddling.  This coming weekend I am going to the NFCT Freshet Fest in Burlington, VT, to paddle the LaPlatte River, attend a panel discussion on through-paddling and more.

3.  Moxie, a 4-lb. Yorkshire terrier, was the first (and so far only) dog to brave the entire trail, sleeping in her own adorable little tent, and finishing in Fort Kent on the same day as me!  The photo above with Justine Jarvis and T.K. Kiernan, the rest of Team Moxie, was taken at the Northern Door Inn in Fort Kent, Maine.

4.  The NFCT travels through 4 states and one province: New York, Vermont, Quebec, back to Vermont, New Hampshire, and Maine.

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Fun in an abandoned locomotive of the Eagle Lake and West Branch Railroad in the Allagash

5.  Follow the entire route and you will go through locks (as in the Erie Canal), paddle under a hotel, discover relics of logging history, and maybe even see an Alligator.

6. Although the NFCT is widely described as a 740-mile-long trail, those who through-paddle go only about 710 miles.  The difference comes from some short areas of the trail where two possible routes are maintained, such as the Northeast and Northwest Carries at the north end of Moosehead Lake.  The through-paddler chooses just one, but the mileage of both are counted.  My spreadsheet plan (which I’m sure will be accurate to the tenth of a mile) totals 710.8 miles.

7.  The fastest anyone has ever solo paddled the entire trail was 25 days.

8.  The ghosts of the past will speak to you.  One day, on a rocky bluff, forested and remote, you will find a metal ring imbedded in a mighty boulder and sit for a time, pondering how and why it got there.  The answer will forever remain a mystery…