DAILY BULLDOG • August 10, 2024
The time is early evening, the final hour before the setting of the sun. I am in my kayak, solo-paddling pond waters that the wind had whipped up during the day, but now have settled, and become calm. The sun hangs in the northwest sky, just above the treetops of high balsam fir, red spruce, and the occasional white pine. Our Western Mountains of Maine hold many a quiet water, well-suited for an evening paddle. Back home, I pull out my “Maine Atlas and Gazetteer” from time to time, looking for ponds –and for corners of our big lakes – where the map shows a basic boat launch, often a carry-in launch. Sometimes with members of my family, or with one or two friends, but quite often solo, I make the transition from summer day to night with a short, easing, paddle. ~ Doug Dunlap