The Wilds of Maine

We spent just enough time in Bath to get the duties done (like buying coffee…not okay to run out) before taking off for the wilds of Maine. It’s not that hard to go from town to being in the wilds when you’re on the water in Maine. We’d invited Michael and Ashley to share the experience, but they’d made plans with a friend who needed them that day. Speaking of needy…osprey rely on their parents for a long time and they get pretty freaked out. Why they’d put their nests on channel buoys would be a puzzle except that I’m pretty sure they don’t understand the concepts of “channel” and “buoy”. What they do understand is a “good staging spot for fishing to feed these demanding kids”. The chicks grow fast. Within a month, they’re about three-quarters of their adult size. They fledge a couple weeks later, but it takes about five months for them to be good enough at fishing that they can undertake a migration. I (James) are thinking, five months, what is a drooling human five month old trying to put in its mouth about then. This means they look like big weird birds before they’re really old enough to be held responsible for their own decisions. Sounds a little like how I (Dena) think of humans between 12 and 16. But the wilds aren’t all about birds. There’s also the fact that some glacier scraped this land with rough indifference, creating the ledges and depths that remain to this day. In the passage from Bath to Robinhood Cove via the Sassanoa River, there’s so much going on. It’s like deciding to walk from the bus stop in Midtown Manhattan to the rumored falafel place in the Lower East Side because you’re meeting a schooner but not[…]

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