WhiteWater

Trip Start Sep 01, 2006
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Trip End Sep 05, 2006


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Flag of United States  , Maine
Saturday, September 2, 2006

Rafting Day!
We woke up early, chatted with Vicki and Tom, who had been at the North Country River Bar the night before, and headed to the rafting area. That was a trip as they tried to organize several people. We signed waivers, checked in, ordered wet suits, and in general sat around. I would have liked to see more of a process, but it was the middle of the woods, not a global convention. Anyway, then we had to go get helmets, oars, lifejackets and get into our teams. We were on a team with two guys from Boston, a group of Indians from Connecticut and were lead by this girl who loved the outdoors. She became a raft guide after quitting her corporate America job, now lives in a tent, but loves her job, and is 20 lbs lighter and 6 inches smaller around. Food for thought.....There was a group of Indians that met on the internet in a different boat, but this was a group that worked together. We took bets on which company, but never saw that to resolution.

Anyway, we got on the river and it was beautiful, with tall pine trees and a fresh smell in the air. The first few rapids of the Kennebec river were pretty scary - class 3 and one class 4- but after that, it was smooth sailing. There was a rapid we could swim through, and the water was COLD. Anyway, I have to say this was a good first experience for me, but I would have preferred to have it be all class 3 and 4 rapids. Anyway, we had a lunch and then got on the bus, which smelled like wet dog, and went back to base camp. I got showered up and we had a drink, then hit the road towards Bar Harbor.

My navigating was excellent again, and we didn't get lost at all. The drive was absolutely gorgeous, as the leaves were starting to turn and the weather was beautiful. We stopped at the Lobster boil place in Trenton. It looked like a shack, but was super crowded. There was also a very confusing process of ordering your lobster, paying for it and then picking it up. I picked out my lobster and named him Bob. It was really really really really really really good. I learned that I'm a lobster purist, and I just like it boiled with maybe a bit of butter. It was a way cute place, with picnic tables and awesome lobster. We then arrived in downtown Bar Harbour at Sharon's place. Since we were arriving late, she left the key for us. Our room had a lovely porch and fireplace (with remote control).
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