Day 3, conclusion: May 21, 2021
Friday morning I awoke to an overcast, but not rainy day. I had another great night of sleep, something which is not usually true for me- I tend to toss and turn trying to get comfortable. And then there's the usual (for an older guy like me at least) several times a night ritual of getting out to relieve myself. I experimented with a more comfortable pillow, actually two; a Nemo Fillo inflatable pillow which I like, but with an additional foam filled packable pillow on top. Since this isn't a backpacking trip where bulk and weight is more critical, I decided to go for comfort and it worked.
The usual oatmeal & coffee routine continued, and then having packed up I made the 10 minute paddle over to the carry to Turtle Pond. Along the way I was entertained by a pair of loons which stayed very close to my canoe & the shore, and then it dawned on me; they were probably staying close to a nesting site and were more concerned with my proximity than with their own personal space! A little bit chagrined, I realized my mistake and left them alone with their private pond domain.
Arriving at the Turtle Pond carry:
Being honest, I was a little bit daunted by the prospect of this carry. I had read some, admittedly way out of date, reports of boggy conditions and a beaver pond somewhere along the way. In fact, the first third of the carry was a reasonable uphill carry to the height of land where I put the canoe down and went back for my pack and returned to the canoe. I could see from my map that all the elevation lines I would cross from here on were downhill, so up with canoe again and I headed downhill all the way to the beaver "pond". There were a couple of blowdowns along the way, one of which was quite daunting with a large tree across the trail on a steep side hill, but as usual with a little patience and care I negotiated the spot without incident. The beaver pond which I had feared to be a shoe-sucking bog turned out to be a pleasant open pasture with the trail just skirting the edge. The trail was reasonably firm and I quite enjoyed myself. At this point I let the canoe have a rest in the grass and again turned uphill to retrieve my pack back at the height of land. Returning to the canoe for the final third of the carry, the remainder of the trail was a gentle stroll through an open pine forest and before I got tired I saw Turtle Pond through the trees. Wow; what a pleasant surprise the carry had been. I had been prepared for a horror show and instead it was fun!
A natural rest along the carry:
Arrival at Turtle Pond:
Ready to roll on Turtle Pond, with a brief side trip to see the connecting stream to Slang Pond. I'm wearing my favorite shirt from L.L.Bean. It's old and comfortable, and some of you guys may know the expression, to turn the collar?.... When a collar wears through from age, my Mom taught me to unstitch it, turn it around, and then re-sew in into place so that the old frayed part is now under the fold! I'll probably get another 20 years out of it. Goes on every canoe trip with me!
I was a little sad that my little trip was nearly over. I only had to paddle the length of Turtle Pond where I spotted this venerable old white pine, apparently struck by lightning gauging by the long vertical scar in it's bark.
Arriving quickly at the end of the pond, I spotted the outlet pipe from Hoel Pond and easily carried my canoe and gear over the old rail bed.
With the trip nearly over, I decided to paddle around to the northeast shore of the lake and into Rainbow Pond to have a look at some of the cottages and boathouses that dot the shoreline in that area. Most appeared to be shuttered from winter still, but with Memorial Day Weekend coming the following week I imagine the lake would become busy for the summer. All that remained for me was to continue clockwise around until I spotted the takeout, but I dawdled... not wanting to be done. Eventually I came to a carry landing with a sign indicating a carry to Polliwog Pond and thought, "this can't be my takeout", so I kept paddling for another long while until I realized there was no more shoreline left in which I'd find the takeout. So, now I paddled back the way I came- into the wind this time- and at the "Polliwog" takeout I stepped out and once I stood up I saw my truck parked above the steep bank.
So ended a wonderful trip. Couldn't have asked for a better one. Next time... maybe Long Pond, Pink, Little Pink, Ledge, and Mountain Ponds with a side hike up to Long Pond Mountain??? Thanks for following along.
Pat