Allagash Wilderness Waterway: 8/31/15 - 9/4/15, Day 4

Day 4 – Hosea B to campsite McKeen Brook

     A chattering red squirrel provided a wake-up call and we were up at 6:00, and repeated the same wonderful breakfast. On the river at 7:45.

     Just after breakfast I happened to look upstream and saw a moose crossing the river. She was a few hundred yards away, but still a wonderful sight. 

                                        Moose at Hosea B campsite

    

     Steady paddling for several hours ensued. We’ve now figured out our best canoe positions, that is, I figured out my canoe position, having performed somewhat poorly in the single-person boat and at the stern of the double. The bow it was for me. No doubt with more practice, and general acclimation to the confounding confusion of left vs right, paddle vs direction movements, I would have figured it out, say in a week or two. After all the 26-year-olds, male and female respectively, did brilliantly in those positions, considering they had never been river-canoeing before.

                                          Lunch at Michaud Farm 

   

      We saw three canoes up ahead, also 6 guys, and the Dance of the Six-Packs started in earnest. We stopped at the Michaud Farm ranger station for lunch and discovered on check-in that the pack ahead of us, which was leaving the station as we arrived, was from North Carolina and which, judging by the day of their first put-in, was very speedy. The pack behind us of course arrived at the station just as we were finishing lunch. One of the men, quite old, walked up to where we were sitting in the shade (it was a perfect day, by the way, just hot in the sun) and clearly wanted to tell their story. After the obligatory questions (where are you from, etc – they were from Rochester, NY), he said they had started out from Churchill Dam several days before, and in the difficult rapids just below the dam, crashed one of the canoes. It took hours to retrieve it in the fast water, and they had to go back for repairs (lots of duct tape), and were a day late on their schedule, thus accounting, perhaps, for their co-habitation at Croque Brook. They may have been too tired to get to the next site 6 miles away. We generated some sympathy.

     After lunch, we paddled an hour to Allagash Falls through a beautiful stretch of what we guessed were silver maples. The sound of their leaves in the breeze rivaled the sound of the stream. The falls are not passable and the portage was a third of a mile. We each made three round-trips and I was beat. But the falls viewed from downstream were amazing: a forty-foot drop over several hundred yards resulting in a thick, twisting muscular braid of white water.

                                         Allagash Falls from land

                                       Allagash Falls from the water

     We thought we had a deal with the Rochester six-pack that they would stay at the first site past the falls and we would stay at the second, McKeen Brook. But of course, who showed up about an hour after we unloaded at McKeen Brook? We couldn’t believe they would be so rude as to kick us out twice. But E was brilliant. She went down to the water as they were discussing what to do (they said they missed the first site, and actually we didn’t see it either), and said the other cell at this site is really small and really close to ours, do you really want to stay here, all in the nicest possible way. It worked. They moved on; we rejoiced.

                                          McKeen Brook campsite

    

     As I said, I was beat from the portage, and E/M let me have a magnificent hour in the hammock when they cooked dinner (still and always guilt-free with hot dogs, beans, and carrots).

                                       Serving dinner at McKeen Brook 

   

          We stayed up very late night staring at the fire – 8:30 to bed!

          Distance: about 20 miles

          Wildlife: lots of eagles, geese flying north (!), plus beaver

          Next: day 5

Allagash Wilderness Waterway Trip – 8/31/15 – 9/4/15, Days 1 and 2

Before-thoughts of the Allagash

     Excitement and nerves characterized the days of planning. None of us (daughter E, her boyfriend M, and I) have ever done anything like this before: four days and three nights on a remote river in northern Maine, without roads, stores, electricity, motors, phone service. We’ll carry everything we need in canoes, and of canoeing we have some lake experience but not river, and certainly not of fast water. The Waterway is 92 miles long; we will travel about two-thirds of it, skipping the big lakes at the southern end and ending nearly in Canada.

     Nerves: How often will we capsize? Will it rain? Will the insects be vicious? Can we accomplish the portages? Will our food last?

     Excitement: Will the beauty be overwhelming? Will we see moose? How wonderful will it be to glide on a river, sleep under the stars, sit around a campfire?

     This and following posts will mostly be an account of what happened. The photos were taken by my daughter. I’ll save editorializing (which is impossible for this writer to avoid) for after-thoughts at the end.

Day 1 – Owls Head/Deer Isle to Millinocket

     This was a car travel day. I left Owls Head about 2:00, stopped in Rockland for groceries, and arrived in Millinocket about 6:00. E/M arrived from Deer Isle shortly thereafter and we checked in for the night at the Pamola Motor Lodge. We had dinner at the nice little Appalachian Trail Café. Millinocket, still in the throes of the closing of paper mills, has not much else to offer.

Day 2 – Millinocket, to put-in at lower end of Umsaskis Lake, to Cunliffe Island campsite

     We drove both cars to Katahdin Outfitters just outside Millinocket and left them there. All of our gear was loaded into a truck and we were driven to the put-in at Umsaskis Thoroughfare Bridge by Doug, the father of the owner of KO. He is a native Mainer and interesting mix of conservative and liberal. We talked about local politics and economics, including the controversial proposals for a national park in the area, the wildlife in the area, adventures in Maine. Most of the roads we took were rough logging roads, and we met a number of transport trucks, empty, having delivered full loads to Canada (!). Oddly enough, Maine has very few sawmills, just as it has very few lobster processing plants. It’s still largely a place for harvesting natural resources. The real wealth is elsewhere. Even the timber companies, some of whom are good stewards of resource and roads, and some of whom are not, are on shaky financial grounds these days.

                                 Umsaskis Bridge from downstream 

   

     We arrived at the Umsaskis Bridge about 10:00, unloaded the truck, and were left with the strong feeling of being very alone. Doug, don’t leave quite yet! But activity helped, figuring out the best way to load the canoes and getting on the water and into Long Lake. Bliss descended as soon as we started paddling. It was a clear, slightly breezy day, and it was good to start with an easy paddle, about four miles to the north end of the lake, before the river turned narrow and the water fast. The map showed no rapids here, but our inexperience said there certainly appeared to be. Several mishaps occurred, all relatively minor, involving shoals and hang-ups, but the river was surprisingly warm and generally shallow (we discovered afterwards that the cubic flow per second was around 800 cubic feet per second for our trip, well below the “comfortable” level of 1,000), and it was easy to get out and push the canoes over sandbars and off rocks.

                                               On the river at last

                                               Lunch on a sandbar

     We ate lunch (sandwiches, fruit, candy) on a sandbar and then had a brief paddle through Harvey Pond to Long Lake Dam, just the remnants of a dam, that is, and here the rapids were strong enough, and the left-over dam bits protruding enough, that a portage was recommended, which we took. It was just a short one, easily managed. We thought about staying at the campsite there, since it was so pretty, but the rapids were quite loud, and we saw another canoe approaching, and we decided to try the next site, Cunliffe Island, and were very happy we did.

     Approaching the island, we saw a cow moose standing in the right channel, eating. Very slowly we drifted past, watching quietly, then parked at the campsite to unload and set up. In the middle of setting up, we heard splashing and ran down to the water’s edge to see our cow slowly crossing the river to the left channel, then meandering down the opposite bank, stopping to eat river grass. All in all, a 20-minute viewing of this great animal, who, by the way, saw us just a few yards away and didn’t seem to give a damn.

                                                 Meandering moose

    

     The lakes we paddled through were calm and beautiful and serene, but the river is what really makes you feel that this is a wild place.

     One of my hammock anchors on the river edge was a huge white pine close to 100 feet high and three feet thick. It was complete bliss to listen to the sound of water moving over stones, to look up at sky through the branches of trees.

                                             Cunliffe Island campsite 

   

     Once on the water, the only people we saw all day were those two people following us at Long Pond Dam, where they must have stayed the night. A helicopter did fly over (twice) and a small plane (once) but the intrusions were quickly gone.

     For our guilt-free (free of vegetables, basically) dinner, we ate sausages and bread grilled over the open fire, plus beans and Rice-a-Roni, and were in bed by 8:00.

     Distance paddled: about 8 miles.

     Wildlife seen: moose, loons, kingfishers, mergansers

Next: day 3

Estimating the wild

It wasn't too long ago that humans just took - shot, trapped, netted. The supply of wildlife seemed endless, just like the continent and our very definition as Americans did. There was no brake on our free-rolling desires, no need to conserve. Now, of course, there's not only the need to conserve populations, there's also the need to count the members of those populations. If we know how many moose live in Maine, for example, we can manage them for hunting, by rifle or Canon, and also maintain along the way the proper balance between awe and collisions with cars. The estimated number of cod in the Gulf of Maine determines how many people fish this year. The steady increase in bald eagles lifts our spirits and has the magical side effect of reducing the attention that global warming gets. Bengali tigers, African elephants - by God, we'll save them with the drama of mathematics. We love numbers. Surveys and studies prove we're doing something about It. Setting aside the paradox of trying to list the ineffable, corral the untameable, factor the mysterious - no, wait, I won't set that aside. The point of all this counting seems mostly to pinpoint the exact day when the last wild moose dies.

It's hard not to be cynical about human activities. We tend to exploit until it's too late. I therefore stay positive and applaud the State of Maine for its creative use of destructive technology in saving the moose. The state is nearing the end of a three-year study in which the primary research tool for counting moose is the helicopter. You see, if you fly your Sikorsky low and slow over the Great North Woods, methodically slicing up Maine's quadrants of wilderness, you'll frighten the moose into bolting from their hidey holes, and you the wildlife biologist can much more easily determine size and age and gender and make much more sophisticated projections about populations. (Disclosure of bias: I too have been frightened out of sleep by monsters, i.e., the Gulfstreams using Knox County Regional in the middle of the night.)

Let me therefore propose extensions of this technique of overkill to other areas:

NOAA could  use nuclear submarines to count cod.
The Army will undoubtedly conduct the next Census.
Drones could pollinate crops once all the bees die.
EZ-Pass could offer the implantable transponder, billing not only turnpike tolls but uses of public restrooms, smart phone minutes, BTUs in your living room, minutes thinking about sex....

Unfortunately, I can't think of any way to re-purpose cars.