BANGOR DAILY NEWS • November 26, 2020
During the spring of 2020 I embarked on a 34-mile canoe loop in Western Maine called the Moose River Bow. I had invited friends, but for various reasons they all bailed. I opted to carry on alone. Once on the pond the surrounding view was remarkable, the wind was gentle, the sky clear, but I was significantly behind schedule and the wind picked up. I was getting farther behind with every wind battered paddle stroke. Approaching the west end of Attean Pond, I paddled around the last bend and was slammed with a gale and two-foot-tall breakers. Desperation turned to fervent prayer. The wind eventually pushed me into a small cove. Almost in front of me stood a derelict shack, exactly what I needed to survive the night. There’s no way that could have been a coincidence. I hope this tale has helped you to identify something to be thankful for. ~ Ted Bennett, Scarborough