Day 47: Mud Brook on Chamberlain Lake to Priestly Point on Eagle Lake (14.0 miles)

On Chamberlain, rays of sun bring a spirit of prayer to the peaceful lake.

My inner self is relaxing.  There are so many layers of civilization and responsibility to peel away, to quiet the mind.  I rose willingly and ventured forth into a day of clouds and sun, clouds and sun.  Just me beneath the ever-changing sky, able to cross the tranquil waters on a straight course, a gift for rising early.  To me, Lock Dam is the logical portage, just a quick carry over the hump of the dam, although I paused and actually got out my stove to make a second breakfast of potato soup with bacon, my tent drying while the sun was out.

Lock Dam is a short and simple portage…just be respectful of the “DANGEROUS WIRLPOOL” (sic) warns a new sign.

The rushing stream into Martin’s Cove is a manageable and picturesque half mile of fun and the entrance into Eagle Lake.  I paddled along by Pillsbury Island, where Thoreau once camped, under a steel-gray cloud, hopefully watching the sun shine on distant Farm Island.  Well, the cloud won this time.  The skies opened, with gusty winds, an instant drop in temperature and a crazy pummeling of rain on all the world.  Committed at that point to bathing suit and shorts, it was a little late for a rain jacket.  I simply kept my speed up, burning calories and racing toward that distant sun, still there.  As the squall passed, I watched the sun move along the shore, rippling toward me tree by tree, until we met, all my bare skin instantly warming.  Heavenly!

From 1927 to 1933, a real railroad operated in this remote wilderness, its tracks stretching from Eagle to Umbazooksus Lakes. It was worth fighting the wind into the southwestern corner of Eagle Lake to visit these abandoned giants, which are surrounded by a graveyard of other artifacts from that logging era, including the earlier tramway.
I made more wonderful friends today, when Zayda and Zeb and their family and friends camped next to me at Priestly Point. Here is their fort, with all the comforts of home, constructed in an afternoon. My favorite features were the candy dish (ferns in a hollowed rock) and the custom s’more toaster with rack to hold it.
More instantly-comfortable friends…Zayda and Zeb with their parents Amy and Chris in the back and friend Mary in front (Heidi is missing). Do you have any idea how grateful I was to share a hot dog and a dish of home-grown green beans under their tarp? (It rained again).