Here are some belated photos and details of our stay in Caratunk during the hurricane and our hike from there to Monson, the start of the 100 Mile Wilderness.
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Loading up the Kennebec Ferry with Hillbilly Dave.
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| Swift and Deja sport the latest hurricane fashions. |
One of our primary concerns in the post-Irene world was the water level of the streams north of Caratunk, many of which can get dicey in high water conditions. Since we waited in Caratunk an extra day, the levels dropped some, so that we weren’t carrying our packs overhead, while picking our way across a chest-deep channel, as some others did.
We did have an exciting beaver dam crossing, aided by our buddy Who Knows, who happened to encounter the rather hostile beaver, apparently somewhat irritated by the constant flow of hikers.
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| Who Knows crossing the beaver dam with a pack. |
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| Pancho on the beaver dam |
We also experienced the pristine ponds and rivers of Maine. Dining al fresco takes on a whole new meaning sitting beside a crystal clear pond, listening to the loons.
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| Bald Mountain Pond. |
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| West Carry Pond. |
And I finally got to see a moose, instead of just the copious amounts of poop littering the trail!
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| Moose! |
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