Phedippidations

From Saturday April 14th through the 18th, 2010 my Dad, son, nephew and I traveled up the West Branch of the Penobscot River and across the northern end of Chesuncook Lake in the Northern Maine Wilderness.  Through our journey we gained a better appreciation of Henry David Thoreau’s adventure of 1853.  While logging in the Northern Woods of Maine continues, the river that we paddled on remains mostly unchanged.  You can imagine the sites and sounds that Thoreau experienced as he journeyed up this river.  We saw many moose, every day, stopping to feed and drink at the rivers edge.  We saw Eagles and Loons, ducks, geese, ospreys raven, fish, red squirrels and more that we could not identify…but it was the moose, lanky majestic in stature and serenity that captured our imaginations the most. They are, as Thoreau called them: “God's own horses, poor, timid creatures”; but they are a stark reminder that we are guests in their wilderness; and that they’d continue to roam these woods long after we’ve returned to our