Jul 30, 2011

Day 25, July 28: West Milan downstream to Stark

Mileage: 10.4 miles

Weather: Sunny, beautiful

Wildlife: 1 deer, blue heron, osprey

Portages: 0

Because of yesterday's upstream struggle and some information from other paddler's suggesting that we would be facing more of the same, we contacted Gord's General Store in West Milan to find out about the water levels and investigating the option to paddle downstream back to Stark. Arranged for a shuttle, leaving the gear at the Stark Inn as we decided to stay a second night.

With the exception of a few gravel bars, this section of the river appears to be much more upstream paddler-friendly. Seemingly more so than the Groveton to Stark section we did yesterday. (Do we score any bonus points for having traveled the harder section upstream???) The river bottom was mostly sandy compared to yesterday's rocks.

We didn't get on the water until 11:30, stopping twice along the way--once for lunch, the second time for a swim. Haven't seen any paddlers on this Map 7 section at all so far. Very nice river, but still no moose. Since we were having a leisurely paddle and had room in the canoe, we picked up some trash we found along the way.

No bottle bans on the Upper Ammo

Sandbars and swimming on the Upper Ammo
Awesome reflections in the late afternoon

More awesome reflections
(Note the Budweiser case seen in this shot was from our
river clean-up, and NOT personal refreshment)

Awesomest!


With the exception of the last stretch of boulders that we bumped through on our way back to Stark, the water levels were still high enough that the river, even this late in the summer, is doable. Was glad we didn't skip it in fear of low water. With both breaks, it took us about 6 hours to paddle downstream from West Milan to Stark.

Dinner: Rest of the cheese, sausage and crackers, tomato sauce with pasta

Day 24, July 27: Up the Ammonoosuc to Stark

Mileage: 7 miles--all upstream

Weather: Overcast, seemed to threaten to rain, but only a few sprinkles on and off in the a.m. Pleasant in the afternoon.

Portages: Does tracking count?

Wildlife: Mergansers, blue herons, Canadian geese, river rocks

Started heading upriver again before mist had entirely burned off. Noticed tons of glass all over the gravel bar and amazed we didn't accidentally set up the tent on anything. Had to get out a lot around all the gravel bars/islands all the way to the Emerson Rd. bridge. Rocks were very slippery. Took a rest in someone's backyard firepit area where two inviting white chairs and a picnic table beckoned us. Took out the tarp preparing for another downpour that never materialized. Ate a bag of pistachios and then got back on the water. More ins and outs. Took another break at the Emerson Rd bridge and scouted out the river ahead. We probably had spent close to 3 or 4 hours going only 2 to 3 miles. My ankles actually hurt from all the tracking. Linda took a nice slam to the shin for the team. Figured we had another 4 miles and the rest of the day and Linda was game to continue. Am I glad we didn't bail and try to walk the road instead. The section just around the bend after the bridge was an absolute delight. I think it ranks as my favorite river section to date. Maybe it was because we had to struggle so much to get there, but the cedar-lined banks and the deep, sandy river bottom made it feel like a very northern lake. Paddled at least 2 miles with no need to get out of the canoe. Am really glad we didn't miss this section. Thought we might be home free, but then more low areas, more drops requiring tracking and/or dragging--maybe for the last 1.5 - 2 miles.



Tracking up the Upper Ammo
This part of the river was low, but still able to be paddled

Glad we hadn't skipped this section 
Deep, beautiful water
More puzzling rif raf (?) along the shore


Arrived in Stark around 5:30 with the intention of staying at the Stark Village Inn, even though we hadn't made reservations. Afterall it was a Wednesday night...

Arriving in Stark at the end of a long day

No one was there when we arrived, but we unloaded the canoe, set up the tent to dry and made dinner on the back yard. At 7:30 pm, Nancy, the proprietor arrived from a few hours of kayaking. We had just missed her as we had struggled up the river. We were able to get rooms--more trail magic--she had had a cancellation that day, otherwise she had been booked! Glad to be able to get a shower and sleep in a bed tonight. Linda was a really good sport about the day today.

Dinner: Cheese, sausage w/crackers, cream of mushroom soup, pesto pasta (we were REALLY hungry today.)

Day 23, July 26: Samuel Benton Campsite to Sandbar North of the Red Dam

Upstream of Groveton, NH

Mileage: 8.5-9.5 Miles

Weather: Sunny am/pleasant, storms late afternoon/early evening, unpleasant

Portages: 3

#1: Weston Dam
Short portage around the dam. Carried everything easily to put-in.

#2: Old Wausau Papers Dam
STEEP take out. Brush appears to have been dumped at top of portage adjacent to the road access. Able to get around and on road, but think someone has taken the opportunity to use the "space" for brush disposal. Wheelable on the road for a short distance to put in. I think the put-in might have been a bit steep/rocky too.

#3: Red Dam
VERY STEEP. Have no idea where the idea of a quick take-out/put-in was expected. Put-in past the old dam seemed even steeper than the take-out. We wheeled along 110 past guard rail and put in near a gravel bar, which is where we ended up camping for the night.

Wildlife: Eagles, more wary osprey, another fox

Dinner: Chicken cup of soup, Indian paneer with Uncle Ben's instant brown rice, rehydrated green beans, enjoyed partially covered by the tarp at the edge of the road during a downpour.

It rained during the night, but was clear in the morning. Two trains also rumbled by during the night at the Samuel Benton Campsite. I dreamed that I had to lie very still and very compact so that the train would be able to pass by me without running me over. Linda dreamed that we were being pursued by a carpet van. Even though the train tracks were on the other side of the river, you could feel the ground shake. I looked out when the second train passed in the early morning to see if the river had any ripples on it caused by the passing train. The railroad follows the Connecticut River, actually along most of this Map 7 section.

Continued along the slow moving Connecticut River for another 6 miles or so, saw another fox along the shore and two more eagles. Turned upstream near Groveton to start up the Ammonoosuc. Took a break at the Riverside park in Groveton after the first portage to get water, leaving the canoe and gear tied to a tree under the Hwy 3 bridge. Found the library where we also filled up the water bottles. Looked for a pub, but settled for two cans of Rolling Rock beer while watching the clouds starting to accumulate. (Linda and I are enjoying our afternoon pub breaks.)



On the Connecticutt


Groveton covered bridge and  kiosk

Took off heading upstream for two more portages hoping the gathering clouds were still more east of us. They weren't. Got off the third portage and quickly tried to set up the tarp as the winds picked up and the rain started. Hovered under it for a while waiting out the rain and decided to make dinner. We were getting a little cold, so I broke out the instant cup of soup for the first time. It's amazing how good hot processed salt can really hit the spot.

The rain turned into a lighter shower and we packed up and headed down the road with the intention of setting up at the first available camping spot we could find. That would be on the gravel bar after we put back on the water, where another tent was already set up. A campground?!By then the rain had stopped. Felt safe camping out in the open with another body nearby. Hugo, was a bicyclist from Montreal, who had got his tent set up before the storm had it. He was biking through New Hampshire, Maine and back to Canada via Nova Scotia and PEI. Made some tea for all of us, but we didn't have too much more time to talk before the mosquitos came out in force. (Quite a difference than when Beckie and I camped on a sandbar along the Clyde River a few days earlier.) I was a little worried about camping on a gravel bar, in the middle of the river, after a rainstorm, in a mountainous area, even though we were a few feet above the river level, but had stuck some sticks along the water line just to check. I had been watching them for the two or so hours we had been camped there with no change. In the morning, only one of the four showed any sign of rising water and it was minimal. And I'm here to write this.

Camping east of the Red Dam

Day 22, July 25: Bloomfield to Samuel Benton Campsite

On the Connecticut River

Mileage: 12-13 miles

Weather: Overcast, light showers, cooler

Portages: 0

Wildlife: Mink or weasels, five or more bald eagles (two juveniles), five-six ospreys--these included two juveniles on a platform nest with the adults ominously encircling overhead, merganser broods, Canadian geese groups and several embedded late model rusted cars and tractors along the banks

After a fine breakfast at the Common Sense Cafe (loved, loved, loved, the interior--lots of varnished tree limbs, branches, twigs and planked table tops. If you are from Green Bay and remember the Shire restaurant on Adams Street from the 70s, you'd love this place too.) It's run by members of the Twelve Tribes, not sure what that's all about, but the people were very nice and more importantly, trail angels who helped us arrange a ride to Bloomfield.

I had had mixed reports about the water levels of the Nulhegan River out of Island Pond. Tried to figure out a means of being able to paddle the first boggier, section and then skip the bony, virtually waterless section north of Bloomfield. We were at the Simon the Tanner shop asking around (also a Twelve Tribes business in Island Pond), and I was able to get ahold of Ross from the Northwoods Stewardship Center who confirmed the dry river levels.

I wasn't sure how to be able to ask about getting TWO shuttles in order to paddle the first part of the Nulhegan without being a complete pain to the folks who had agreed to provide us a ride to Bloomfield, so I reluctantly had to opt to skip this section. (Linda pointed out that maybe I could catch it on the way back to Wisconsin once Sam picks me up at the end of the trip. I like that idea! Plus, I think we should eat at the Common Sense/Shire-like restaurant again too.)

Note to Island Pond: Perhaps someone there WOULD be interested in coming up with a simple shuttle arrangement so through-paddlers would be able to canoe (parts?) of this section if the water was low. There are two outfitters in town and it would have been great to be able to work with them rather than grovel for help.

So once again the canoe was creatively tied onto the back of a pick-up truck--this one actually had the right kind of tie-downs, and Gene brought us to Bloomfield where we put in on the Connecticut at the Debanville Landing.

Flood-damaged banks along the Connecticut

Linda on the Connecticut

Came across the osprey platform and I swear the three adults that had just been hanging around DID instead start circling and following us over the canoe. We didn't linger. A weasel or mink startled a brood of mergansers who raced across the water by foot, an increasingly common sighting as the babies are still flightless, and entertaining to watch.

Arrived at the very nice Samuel Benton campsite around 5:30 or 6 p.m. There was firewood ready and the cleanest porta-potty I have ever experienced. Made the first campfire of the trip. Mosquitoes were out, but still not as bad as what we had seen at the North Hero Campsite on Lake Champlain. (That continues to be our benchmark.)

Samuel Benton campsite


Dinner: Lentil chili and cornbread

Day 21, July 24 Paddler Swap Day

The Lindas (Beckie's friend who was picking her up, and my friend, Leg 3) arrived in Newport, VT around 1 pm. Returned to the EastSide Pub and Restaurant for meal #3. (Yes, Newport has other dining options. This place happened to be closest to both the campground and the motel and is the only place with outdoor, lakeside seating.)

Becky passes off the baton to Linda


Had Clyde River Recreation return us once again to Island Pond where we could pick up the trail and continue. Checked into the Lakeside Motel and walked around the town on a slow, Sunday afternoon. Started our late afternoon pub crawl starting with the Pondside Pub & Grill, then headed to the Clyde Hotel where Dave graciously opened the closed bar for as at 6:15 pm. The Clyde Hotel has quite the history including its share of ghost stories. My completely fearless friend asked if we could see the closed third floor and we got to climb the ladder up to see the former, but now unused rooms (with room numbers like 59, 60, 61), pealing original wallpaper, broken transom windows and the cupola, where a maid reportedly had fallen from to her death on the street below. It was a pleasant way to spend the early evening.

Took out the canoe and paddled in the glassy water around Island Pond and saw a family of loons and a fox leap from a dock up into the bank above.

Weather: Much cooler, 70s (?), sunny, little humidity

Wildlife: Fox, loons, blue herons

Dinner: Cheese and crackers, candlelight (Linda brought votives), more beer

In Errol, NH

The phone isn't working in these mountainous areas. Currently at the Errol library, open 8 am - noon. This is the first library with a Mac. Happy!

We have been hanging around Errol and missed being able to write yesterday afternoon. Linda's boys, Jake and Paul arrived around 5 pm and we had dinner over the open fire, then tried to find some moose! They are out paddling for a few hours moose-spotting, while I'm here at the library.

We had storms late last night, but woke up to sunshine, so that's just fine.

The quick week's synopsis: Had a lovely paddle down the Connecticut, made Linda work UP the Ammonoosuc up to Stark, then got a shuttle and paddled back DOWN the Ammonoosuc to Stark from West Milan. Got a ride up to Errol and today will be paddling the Androscoggin back DOWN. Am jumping all over the place, but covering all the trail in this section.

LOVE Northern Waters, where we are camping along the river and spent yesterday afternoon watching rafters, kayakers and tubers having fun in the river. Todd, Doug and Eric have been very helpful and nice to talk to. Once we get down the Andro, will meet up with Joyce who is flying in today to Burlington and picking up my car. Am looking forward to getting some different clothes. We are also perilously close to being out of instant coffee.

Camping along the Androscroggin at Northern Waters

Jul 26, 2011

In Groveton

July 26, 2011

340-something miles...

Quick update as we just walked into Groveton to fill up our water bottles and discovered the library.

Linda is now with me and we have paddled down the Connecticut River (loved it!) and started up the Upper Ammosoosuc River. Camped at the NFCT Samuel Benton campsite last night. Very picturesque with some mosquitoes. Had to put on the bug spray for the first time in 10 days or so. We kept seeing bald eagles all along the Connecticut and passed an osprey platform with two juveniles and three or four adults. Felt like the adults were circling over us ready to dive bomb us.

Beckie--you'll be happy to know that Linda got to experience some tracking today.

A few showers yesterday, nothing major. Rained a lot during the night, but dry today. The kids will be happy to know that I lost my "gramma" sunglasses somewhere while we were doing some tracking.

More updates later.

Jul 24, 2011

Day 20, July 23: The Clyde River - Part 2

Clyde River Sandbar to West Charleston area

Mileage: 8-9 Miles

Weather: Woke up to a short shower, then sunny and hot, apparently the last few days have been in the 90s

Portages: 0

Wildlife: Muskrats, two loons with two loon babies on Pensioner Pond (have never seen loon babies up close before), one real turtle and one huge turtle sculpture

Left the campsite and continued paddling downstream toward Clyde River Recreation. Most of the obstacle course lies between School Road and Ten Mile Road and this area seemed more agricultural. Felt like we kept seeing the same farm as we sashayed closer, then farther, then closer before finally passing it. Lots of evidence of cows along the banks. After hitting School Road, the river was less obstructed and became more cedar-lined, and boulder-strewn for several miles--a really pretty stretch similar to the stretch downstream of Island Pond by the short rapids.

The turtle near the outlet to Pensioner Pond on the Clyde

Pensioner Pond


Passed the turtle sculpture that I had seen pictures of on other blogs and then out to Pensioner Pond where we stopped for lunch by a beach and picnic table area. More trail magic! Met Scott and Betsy, who happened to stop by on their way to Newport and they offered us a ride after we got off the lake and checked back in with the outfitter, where I was able to leave the canoe. Beckie and I checked into a hotel where I was able to do a load of laundry and sit in the lobby updating my blog while eavesdropping on the desk staff, a gossippy group of people, I suppose like most offices.

Had another fine dinner at the East Side Restaurant (this time we walked), and could sit outside the entire time without needing to order dessert to wait out a storm.

Another 120-130 miles down thanks to the perseverance and good humor of my friend Beckie. We certainly had some challenges, but also really good times and some great laughs. She also avoided rain days--which doesn't bode well for my upcoming paddling partners--its gotta happen sometime.

Awaiting the arrival of Linda, Leg 3 and the passing of the baton.

Jul 23, 2011

Day 19, July 22: The Clyde River - Part 1

Island Pond to Sandbar past East Charleston, DOWNSTREAM

Mileage: 11-12 Miles

Weather: Hot

Portages: 1 (very minor around some rapids)

Wildlife: Herons, bald eagle, three riverside scampering mink or weasels, and something by our tent

Dinner: Pesto pasta, vanilla pudding with almonds

Decided to contact Clyde River Recreation about getting a ride TO Island Pond and work our way back to Newport. This served two purposes:
1) Were able to maintain our original meeting point with Beckie's ride and
2) It made us happy.

Left our food barrel with the outfitter, taking only 1 days worth of food, and put on behind the Clyde Hotel around 12:30 pm. Several fisherfolk were concerned about the ability of our 18' canoe being able to fit in what appeared to be more of a brook. Did seem questionable paddling between cattails, but after a few minutes, the river broadened. Blasted through and/or lifted over four beaver dams initially out of Island Pond, but then had more or less smooth paddling, with the occasional liftover through the fen, which was very interesting. Saw several old osprey nests. After Ten Mile Road there were LOTS of fallen trees, most of which could be negotiated paddling around or under and does appear that there has been an attempt to keep the river open to paddlers. In one of our more punchier moments, we figured out it was easier to get out of the canoe on top of the tree and slide the canoe under it, thus saving a portage. Got to paddle through another set of culverts, this time they were big enough at Five Mile Road that we didn't have to do any contortionist yoga poses.

Paddling through one of the "Tubes" at Five Mile Road

The Fen

Osprey nest in the fen



Beckie found more chocolate mint.

She also says; "The Clyde is not so much about paddling, but rather an obstacle course on water." Hmmm....here's the list we came up with that supports this premise:
- A maze (the fen)
- Over/unders (trees we had to get around)
- Submerged sticks to avoid
- Sweeping branches that whacked your face from the banks
- Foot-sucking muck
- 175 degree turns (a LOT of them)
- Undercut banks that threatened to fall on you if you got too close (making that 175 degree turn)
- 6' grass that obscured possible campsites or ultimately revealed just another cow pasture
- And a rapid or two sprinkled in

Still we had fun, probably because we were going with the current.

Camped on a sandbar along the bank with a great swimming hole and ate dinner watching a very bright sunset. The occasional cow was mooing and dogs were barking in the distance.









Day 18, July 21: Masonville to Newport

Paddling Mileage: 8 miles

Weather: Hot, humid, threat of thundershowers

Portages: 0

Wildlife: Birds

Dinner: East Side Bar and Restaurant

Was very happy to give Canoe & Co. business today. After walking around Masonville in the morning, checking out the chasm and falls, stopping at the Owl's Head bakery for a most excellent croissant, and popping in to see a quilt show as part of a weeklong art tour on exhibit (where there was a fabulous fanciful quilted bra silent auction benefitting breast cancer research), we met Francois at the our campsite and took his shuttle over Chemin Peabody to Perkin's Landing. We very much enjoyed the ride. It is a beautiful road and we appreciated it from the car. Paid $10 Canadian to have the canoe washed to get our boat permitted to launch on Lake Memphamegog. Then we waited several hours for the wind to die down. Spent the time in the picnic area reading, writing and beading.

Perkins Landing

Around 3 pm-ish, we put on the water and paddled the 8 miles to Prouty Beach Campground in Newport. Wind was mixed. Sometimes awesome tailwind, other times side or head winds, but much more manageable than what it was when we arrived in mid-morning.

No one was at Prouty Beach when we arrived (ticket booth or campground host), so we set up in a vacant site closest to the canoe, which was still up a big hill behind the beach. Talked to some of the neighboring RVers about what we should do, then went to take a shower. That's when the campground "hostess" showed up. In the bathroom. Starting telling us we were in an occupied site while we were in the shower. It was all very strange. Turns out we weren't. I told her we were thru-paddlers and that the campground was on the map and asked what we should have done. She seemed to know nothing about that. (Side note: Happen to run into Andy from the Newport City Park Department  the next morning at the marina, who told us that we were should have been allowed, ney, encouraged to camp closer to the water, near the pavillion. He was exceptionally helpful and said he is working to do more with the NFCT. So, future thru-paddlers, you should be treated a little more decently AND be able to camp much closer to the water. The campground is run by the city, not by the campground host!)

Would have liked to paddle to the East Side Restaurant for dinner, but the storm finally was materializing. We asked and received a ride instead from a very helpful Ultimate Frisbee playing woman, had a lovely beer on the deck  of the restaurant and then headed inside as we saw the wall of rain descending. Waited out the storm by ordering dessert and then found a ride back to the campground. Got back in the tent as a second storm unleashed. Our little tent stayed dry the whole time amidst the village of walled RVs. Still working on how to tackle the next leg and meet up with Beckie's ride and my leg 3 person, Linda.

Day 17, July 20: Border Crossing to Mansonville

Mileage: 14.5

Weather: Very hot, muggy, tailwinds

Portages: 1 (for us) to Mansonville
.7 miles, wheelable, but felt longer at the end of the day. The take out was marked with a sign and takes you to the Mansonville welcome sign. The uphill is somewhat steep, but not nearly as steep as Sheldon Springs Hydro portage. The Sectuer Nautique put-in is past the town, just before a Shell gas station.

Wildlife: Daily muskrat, Canadian geese, mergansers, ducks, heron, a fawn and two beavers by our campsite that night.

Dinner: Corn Chowder

After some discussion, decided to skip the gravel beds of the Missisquoi past Stevens Mill and go straight to the Canadian border, a distance of seven miles. Russ was interested in paddling a section with us and he graciously picked us up at the Grey Gables Mansion after breakfast. We put in just behind the American customs office and got back on the Missisquoi paddling into Quebec. Russ stayed with us until Glen Sutton. (Thanks Russ for such a pleasant morning with you. See you in the BWCA?!) Stopped for lunch at Canoe & Co., about an hour past the Glen Sutton bridge and met Francois and Rochelle (sp?). At this point we were still feeling up to the IDEA of walking the Grand Portage and did not make any arrangements to get a shuttle. We had been planning on stopping for the day at Camping Carrefour another few miles up the river, but it was still early, so we pushed on to Mansonville. Up until that point the river was fairly deep, only had to get out a few times over some low spots and/or able to punch through ripples where there was stronger current. We had been making good mileage. Turned up the North Branch toward Mansonville, which was really narrow and almost questionable if it even led anywhere. We were in and out of the canoe constantly. Lots of twists and turns and a lot of downed trees, but none that we couldn't get around. Arrived in Mansonville at 5:50 p.m. There were at least two trails to the road that looked like they were used as portages, but we kept paddling, I mean dragging, the canoe until we found the nicely marked portage with stairs that led up to welcome sign.

Grey Gables B & B in Richford, VT

Paddling with Russ into Quebec

Paddling the Missisquoi in Quebec

Above the take-out, before portaging through Mansonville


Francois had told us about some camping spots and we headed toward the portage put-in. There is a blind curve along the road after you get on the road to start the portage. And then the hill. About half-way up I was already planning on calling Canoe & Co. as I was sure that to not get a shuttle would seriously damage Beckie's and my friendship. For some reason, we keep paddling until almost sundown, so this trip hasn't been much of a vacation for Beckie. And I had serious doubts about finding any joy in making the Grand Portage on foot myself. Paused for breath by the Owl's Head bakery and made a mental note to come back to in the morning.

Set up camp by a picnic table near the portage put-in and then gave Francois a call. There's a payphone nearby and the call was local. Arranged to have him pick us up after the bakery opened. Slept well knowing we'd still be friends tomorrow.

Jul 19, 2011

Day 16, July 19: Samsonville Dam to Richford, VT

Mileage: 9 miles

Weather: Sunny, warm, really pleasant

Portages: 2
#1: Around Samsonville ledges
Didn't see any signage, but took tracked and then took out by our campsite. In the morning we used the tractor path along the river to bypass more ledges and the mill ruins

#2: Richford
From the Davis Park take out across the park to the Grey Gables B and B doorstep

Wildlife: Herons, mergansers, ducks, daily muskrat, 3 leeches

Dinner: Chicken curry

Campsite near the Samsonville ledges





We did wake up. Heavy mists and the heavy smell of fertilized fields. Didn't bother making anything for breakfast. Actually was gagging as we portaged around the ledge and old mill ruins using the tractor trail adjacent to the river. Was on the water around 7:30 a.m. heading to East Berkshire for breakfast. Got there around 8:30 a.m. Didn't see the new NFCT-installed stairway and picnic table until after we were at the General Store. (Hint: Do NOT tie up under the bridge by the rock scree. Instead, paddle just a few hundred feet or so and look for the stairs on the left.) Had a grilled Vermont sharp cheddar cheese and bacon sandwich and coffee. Continued on upstream toward Richford and arrived at 1:45 pm. River was low and we were constantly in and out of the canoe, mostly just pulling over low areas. Nothing like working up Abbey Rapids. This was just a pleasant day walking the canoe from time to time with the occasional hitch-hiking leech. I'm really glad we did this segment. Loved both the Samsonville and Magoon ledges. The water seems clearer. We were even able to find some sweet spots in the riffles and punch through them. (Think infinity pool swimming.) To date, this has been my favorite section of the Missisquoi.

We could easily have made more miles today, but...

We're staying at the Grey Gable B & B exactly across the take-out site in Davis Park. We LOVE it here. Tim and Debbie are great and are very supportive of the NFCT. I have a computer to use. I made one of the dinners we hadn't eaten yet. We got to shower again! We spent a delightful afternoon on the front porch. Kids have been swimming in the river and a family played Red Light/Green Light in the park. Was planning on paddling DOWNSTREAM from Stevens Mills later this afternoon, but it was just nice to visit the town. We also aired out the tent. The rainfly still had the smell of money on it.

Pictures

July 4, 7 am Old Forge, NY

Registering

Signed in under Team Moxie :)

In the Saranacs


Browns Tract Portage

A bridge message

Raquette River Portage Warning

On the portage to Forked Lake

Another portage

Union Falls Pond Dam

Second dam in Plattsburg, by Interstate

Plattsburg Kiosk

Sam's happy he's done with the first 155 miles

The Plattsburg souvenir

On the ferry over Lake Champlain

Beckie arrives for leg 2 packing

Sam hands off the baton to Beckie

Lake Champlain

Cutting through to the Allsburg Passage via culvert

Our "campsite" on Lake Champlain

Picture for Sam (beer break before Beckie and I paddled another 7 miles)

The portage from our campsite

Giving up on the Abbey Rapids

Looking back on the river from the bike trail portage

Meeting up with Pat and Jess again in Enosburg Falls

Kiosk in Enosburg Falls

Beckie paddling on the Missisquoi

Our picturesque stealth campsite


Opposite view from our site. That isn't wet dirt you're seeing.