Saturday, December 7, 2013
PART I: After debate over a tropical honeymoon get-a-way, we opted to purchase a canoe and spend a quiet week on Maine's historic West Branch of the Penobscot River. With a total paddle distance around 50 miles, we'd break it up evenly, fish the afternoons away and spend evenings at the remote campsites, dotted every few miles along the riverbanks.
We drove in with two vehicles in order to have a pick-up vehicle at the end destination. The long drive in on the Golden Rd., a lonely dirt road only used by log trucks, makes you feel like you've rewound back in time. You can meander down side roads and find abandoned logging camps used earlier in the century. Almost like a sepia-toned flashback (complete with the flickering movie screen).
Rhon Bell, an outdoor enthusiast, spends his time exploring the Maine Woods and documenting his journeys.
Growing up in Aroostook County, he embraced the outdoor lifestyle at a young age. Living today near Portland, he spends weekends and week-long adventures hiking New England summits, canoeing the historic Maine waterways, and ice fishing for lake trout.
Follow the journey as Window to the Woods discovers new destinations, and check out his other blog, Backwoods Plaid.