Not exactly unusual for us, five days in
Maine. But the locations were unusual, mostly, including some brand-new
phantasmagorias.
We left Massachusetts on a September Monday
morning before 7:00, stopping at Starbucks (of course) for fuel. The early
start got us to Milo well before noon, in time for a lunch at Coburn’s Family
Restaurant (grilled cheese, pickle, and chips for $2.99). Two guys came in
after us to sit at the three-stool bar; the waitress asked, “Do you want the
lemon or the raspberry today, hon?”
We met daughter and boyfriend at Wildwoods
Trailside Cabins in Brownville a few miles north of Milo, our lodgings for the
next three days, and a place catering as much to snowmobilers in the winter as
fishermen/hunters/hikers/MA refugees in the other seasons. When I asked the
proprietor about canoe rentals in the area, she graciously lent us two of hers,
and the help of a man in lashing them in the bed of Max’s pick-up. There was
time for a beautiful late-afternoon paddle on Upper Jo-Mary Lake - as opposed
to Middle Jo-Mary and Lower Jo-Mary, both north (?) of Upper - an hour to the north
in the middle of timber company lands, which featured almost completely
undeveloped shores except for a campground, and a family of five juvenile mergansers,
and a loon swimming just 20 feet away and calling (never been that close to a
calling loon), and glorious views of Mt. Katahdin. The paddle ended as the sun
went down, and the temperature dropped ten degrees, and we drove back in the
dusk and then the dark, hoping against hope for a sighting of moose, and
finishing the evening with a steak dinner grilled outside.
Day 2 tomorrow.
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