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Ah, our last day in Maine (although this isn’t really day 4 of this trip, but again, who’s counting?). After waking up to another beautiful day, we packed up our tent, got some quick breakfast at the local bagel shop in Rangeley, and went out to spend a few hours fishing on the Magalloway River. Of course, things are never as easy as they ought to be. After making the ~45min drive from Rangeley, we drove up to the river to find it looking very full of water, and frankly not at all wadable. We bumped into someone else who had been fishing and he told us that they had just raised the flow to about three times what it had been at, bringing it to nearly 1000cf/s. Well, with the Magalloway a washout (literally!), we decided to drive back to Rangeley and try our luck again on the Kennebago. We had spent a few hours last night out on the Kennebago, with little to no real success, so it was nice to get another shot at catching some fish there, even if we were going to be getting onto the water entirely to late into the day.
Upon gearing up and wading out into the river, we realized that our chances of catching fish that day were not too great, as it was just too warm. The water was roughly piss-warm. Roughly. (A thermometer reading had it around 74°, which is entirely too warm for trout). We were geared up already, so we decided to try our luck by throwing some streamers, hoping that this strategy might turn a few fish. As predicted though, we ended up getting skunked. Still, it’s a beautiful river and more generally a beautiful place to be.
It’s a pretty river, nonetheless.
My father trying to find some fish in the deep waters of the Kennebago.
After a few hours on the water, it was unfortunately time to leave northern Maine. We headed south from Rangeley and along the way we got a great view of Mooselookmeguntic Lake (man, that’s a mouthful).
Further south on our way out, we drove past Coos Canyon, a random roadside stop next to a very neat looking canyon.
There were lots of people hanging around (ok, I guess it was July 4th weekend), but it’s still a very neat place.
The rock is just so cool with all the striations.
After that quick stop, we continued southward, deviating slightly from the quickest path so that we could drive through Grafton Notch State Park. Interestingly enough, this notch is the geologic end of White Mountains. We took a quick hike to check out Moose Cave, a deep canyon of sorts. The light (vis-à-vis photography) in there was awful, but hopefully this single pic will help to give you an idea of what it’s like.
This short hike also had a sweet “moss forest.”
After the short walk, we continued down the notch and stopped at the main (maine?) attraction for us – Screw Auger Falls, a serious of truly beautiful cascades that Bear River has carved out over the eons.
I told you it was pretty.
We hung out there for a bit (it was hard to get any good photos without people in the frame), so we had some time to play around in some of the smaller cascades about the actual big drop. Moose was greatly pleased by this. On the other hand, my brother and mother, who were sitting in the back of the car with Moose, were not.
Here’s my folks with Moose above one of higher cascades.
Marc’s a bit of a photographer too, but he doesn’t do much with the photos… yet.
And that’s that – the end of the Maine trip. We continued south to our resting point for the night, N. Conway, and we ate yet another great meal at Moat (highly recommended). The next day we had the pleasure of being stuck in traffic all over the east coast on the way back to MD. From a parade in Lincoln to the standard summer traffic in the dirty Jerz, we hit it all… I guess that’s what you get for traveling during the 4th of July weekend.
All in all, it was a great trip. I’d never been up to northern Maine, or at least not the Rangeley Lakes region, but I was pleasantly surprised with what we found up there. Now I just can’t wait to get back.
After dawdling a bit too much as we were leaving the seacoast yeseterday, we finally made it in to Rangely fairly late in the evening. After setting up our tent and driving though the small town, I only had the chance to take this one shot of these neat clouds just as it was getting dark.
When we woke up today, we looked up into the sky to find another day of perfect weather. After the scattered showers that we passed through yesterday on the drive to Rangeley, we really couldn’t have asked for more. Clearly, another great day to take a hike.
We decided on the short hike up to Bald Mountain, a small hill sitting in between Rangeley and Mooselookmeguntic Lakes. The hike is less than 2 miles (one-way), and goes through a beautiful bit of northern boreal forest. I didn’t find anything great to photograph in there, so this first view is already from the top of the hike. We’re looking over at Rangeley Lake with Saddleback Mountain in the distance.
My father at the true top of the hike, a fire tower on top of Bald Mt.
The enormous Mooselookmeguntic Lake.
It was still early in the day after we finished up the hike, so we decided to check out the interesting sounding Angel Falls. According to what we read about it, the falls is one of the highest in all of Maine, coming in at 90 feet tall. This isn’t the actual falls, but another cool spot just before we got to the falls.
And the real show-stealer, Angel Falls. Even though the access requires one to go though some deep lumber country (granted, just about everything this far north and further north is owned by the lumber companies), it’s more than worth the journey to see this sight.
Although we didn’t really have any idea what we were getting ourselves into by coming up to the Rangeley Lakes region, I’m glad we did. It’s a remote and beautiful place which certainly deserves more exploration in the future. Unfortunately, for now we’ve only got some time left in the morning tomorrow before we have to begin the trek home.
On our second day of our Maine adventure (ok, so it’s actually the third, or even fourth, if you want to count a day’s worth of driving… but who’s keeping track anyways?), we woke up to find clear and sunny skies – clearly, a great day for a hike. So after a quick breakfast at Café This Way, we decided to go hike up and over Pemetic Mountain, one of the higher mountains on Mt. Desert Island.
And up we go.
The trail isn’t terribly long, and shortly after starting, we already found ourselves through most of the woods and on the rocky section of the trail, making the final push towards the summit.
Over Bubble Pond and across the way is Cadillac Mountain. And yes, you can drive your Cadillac to the summit of Cadillac Mountain, if you were so inclined.
Like I said earlier, most of the top of the trail follows on the somewhat reddish bedrock.
My brother Marc and Moose area about as high up as you can get on Pemetic Mt.
Just a beautiful day.
I’m not sure why they have such odd cairns up there (I’ve always been a fan of the straight up rock piles), but I appreciate them for their aesthetic value, if nothing else.
After hanging out on top for a bit and searching out some wild blueberries, we began our descent of the other side of the mountain. It was a bit rocky in spots, and Moose had some difficult with that, but we all made it down fine. And just like that, we were back by Bubble Pond.
With lots of time still left in the day, we drove down to the Bass Harbor Head Lighthouse, the most southerly point on Mt. Desert Island. There are more islands to the south (I believe these are the Cranberry Islands), across this notoriously choppy section of water.
Sure is a good thing they have the lighthouse here – it would suck to crash into this with a boat.
As the light was waning, we went out towards Pretty Marsh Harbor to just walk around a bit and take some photos.
Moose enjoyed getting into the water a bit.
Luckily he’s already learned as a pup that drinking saltwater doesn’t work out so well.
What a handsome dog!
The barnacles covering everything are surprisingly sharp and will cut you up a surprising amount, if you let them (ie: don’t walk barefoot here!).
With a lovely two days of Mt. Desert and Acadia Natl Park done and over, it is unfortunately time to leave. On the plus side we’re driving out towards the Rangeley Lakes region tomorrow, somewhere that none of us have ever been to. I can’t wait to see what awaits us in this (semi-) remote part of Maine.
So with it being summer and everyone here at home and now having some free time, we all decided it was time to get away from Maryland for a bit and head off on a short vacation. After some deliberation, we decided to spend the week in Maine, a familiar destination, but one which we haven’t been back to in a few years.
Unfortunately, the drive from Maryland to Maine can be a long and tedious one, but that tends to be how things go (or at least this is the case when you’re starting out in the mid-Atlantic region). We drove up to Portland, and spent our first night there. As was customary, we went to L.L. Bean (in the closeby town of Freeport) in the middle of that first night, since they are in fact open 24/7. One of the upsides of visiting L.L. Bean in the middle of the night is that you don’t have to deal with all the people and insanity of Freeport during the day, although we were sure to get hit by that during the next day.
The next morning, we woke up and went to get some coffee at the Arabica Coffee Co in Portland, which to our great surprise served up one of the better espressos I’ve had in the US. Afterwards we went to get our shop on in Freeport. Of course we didn’t really shop much, however I am willing to admit that I am a great fan of the Patagonia outlet store there (my biggest draw to the otherwise somewhat obnoxiously busy town of Freeport). Anyways, after spending too much time wondering about in Freeport, we needed to get moving. But before we could really get away, we needed some lunch, so we drove down to the South Freeport waterfront and got lobster rolls at the Harraseeket Lobster pound. It’s always delicious, and hey, when you’re in Maine, you might as well eat some lobster… After the delicious lunch we finally got back on the road, heading towards our first real destination of the trip, Mt Desert Island and Acadia Natl Park. However, instead of staying on the island, as we always have in the past, we decided to camp at Lamoine St Park, right across Frenchman’s Bay. Although I wasn’t expecting much, the campground was actually quite nice and rather quiet.
The next day we woke up to grey skies and foggy seashores, so we dove around a little bit, walked a little bit, and just generally enjoyed the still (?!) somewhat quiet Mt. Desert Island. I guess tourism season doesn’t quite start until July 4th, as late as that may seem. Anyways, I think I’ve written more than enough, so let’s see some pictures.
The foggy, rocky seashore of Acadia.
I think Martha Stewart has a house somewhere on that other side.
After driving around a bit, we walked out onto a small and not terribly well known beach. It’s really beautiful there. Here’s my mother and Moose enjoying the waves crashing onto the shore.
Moose wasn’t too fond of the big waves, and he got off this rock right after I snapped this pic.
The water was cold, as one might expect the Northern Atlantic to be.
I managed to get Moose out on the rock again, once more, when the waves calmed down a bit.
The tannic waters of a small stream running into the ocean.
After hanging out on that beach for a while, we went to take a walk to Wonderland, a place that my brother and I have always loved to walk around. There’s so much cool stuff around there, especially at low tide. On our way we stopped by here.
And saw this beaver swimming around.
And then after a short walk, we were in Wonderland!
Moose wandering about the wonder of Wonderland…
What a nice little path we had to get out there.
Hopefully tomorrow the weather will clear up a bit and we’ll be able to get out on a more extended hike. That being said, there’s something truly wonderful and greatly appealing about these cool and foggy Maine coast days.