Our second full day at Katahdin Lake Wilderness Camps was so interesting.
Last night I awoke to the sound of waves slapping against the sand beach below us. I walked out on the porch to check it out and was pleased to see a starry sky. Right in front of me was the Big Dipper, boldly presenting right above the horizon behind Katahdin Lake.
This porch faces directly north, boldly defiant in it’s willingness to comfort any potential traveler.
I awoke to a still, cold morning with the thermometer outside registering 34 degrees. I took a number of photographs just after light appeared.
Here are two brave canoeists who were wearing winter coats and gloves.
The unmistakable sound of a powerful airplane engine echoed against the nearby painted hills. Just about everyone in camp was on the beach to greet Jim, ace bush pilot at Katahdin Air, who was taxiing right up to the beach. Jim flew three of us into the Hundred Mile Wilderness in August. to pick up Chris Huntington, a landscape painter who was wrapping up a two week residence here today.
Three of Huntington’s paintings of Katahdin hang in the dining room here, along with two of Caren Michel’s pieces. He told me that he had been here for two weeks, but usually lives here for a month. Marcia and I shared two meals with Caren, who is a Maine-based painter, and was bundled up and standing outside all weekend, creating new treasures. I particularly enjoyed two of Michael Vermette’s small, thickly layered renditions of the mountain that were on display above our wooden table.
Marcia and I walked a 5 mile loop today to the Martin Ponds where a new lean-to faces yet another unique view of Katahdin.
It is the closest view of Katahdin that we’ve seen. Canoes for rent pepper the shores of the Lake and ponds here. ($1 an hour in Baxter, $10 a day at KLWC).
We walked over a beaver dam to start our loop.
The path was rocky, rooty, and covered with moss in parts.
I was hoping to get in some canoeing this time, as walk all the way out to the end of the Twin Ponds Trail, which would have added 10 more miles to the day’s efforts. Next time, for sure.
Marcia and had our last dinner in the Lodge tonight. We didn’t know the menu, but found out when the cook himself quietly tapped on our cabin door at ten minutes of six to ask how we wanted our sirloin steaks prepared. Caren and the two of us were the last “sports” served dinner this season, as the camp was closing tomorrow, on Columbus Day. They tend vegetable gardens here. The roasted potatoes, boiled carrots, and friend onions that accompanied our perfect steaks were especially tasty.
We lingered for an hour or so in the tiny, ancient library in the Lodge before we walked back to our car, the woods vibrant in pulsing light.