Indian Land

Trip Start Aug 11, 2007
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Trip End Aug 19, 2007


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Wednesday, August 15, 2007

We bid a grateful goodbye to Maine's most famous wilderness as our adventure continues even deeper into Maine's most remote wilderness.  As we drive to our final campsite, our last stop in the civilized world will be in the old mill town of Millinocket for breakfast at an antique country diner. Maine diners are a great place for a traveling camper to stock up on home-baked breads and blueberry pastries/pies. Perhaps we can make a quick stop at the Cozy Moose store to buy some Moose Poop earrings. I swear I am not making this up. People actually make jewelry out of Moose Poop. If you have ever wanted to own a conversation piece this is it.




 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Our destination is the most remote wilderness I have ever found in my 15 years of wilderness exploration in Maine. We will spend the next three days camping on land owned by the Penobscot Indian Nation. Officially we are no longer in the USA. We are guests of the Penobscot Nation in their sacred hunting and fishing grounds.

 









This is wild bass country, home to some of the largest bass that can be found in Maine. Only Sysladobsis Lake, a three hour paddle to our north, has larger bass.  Sysladobsis can only be fished with special permission from the tribe, and you pretty much have to be Dances with Wolves to get permission.

I will bring all the fishing poles we will need and a large assortment of lures and flies.  And I will teach you how to clean, scale, filet and cook fish on a campfire.
 
 

  
  
We are camping in a very sacred wilderness called Machias. In the Penobscot Indian language the full name of this area is "Machias Nicatous Sysladobsis Mepang Webabsus". This means, "God Resting Quiet Water Dancing Loons". 




 
 
 
 
 
 
As we approach our secluded island campsite in the middle of 3rd Machias Lake we are embraced by a profound sense of calm and we understand the Penobscot Indian meaning of Machias, "God Resting".




 
 
 
 
 
 
We will continue to see the Perseids meteor shower throughout our week of wilderness camping.  The blacker-than-black deep darkness of a moonless night sky at 3rd Machias Lake will be sliced by the brilliance of celestial flares falling to earth against the background of the Milky Way. 

In the most remote northern wilderness of Maine, the Milky Way Galaxy is the most brilliant carpet of celestial luminescence that you have ever imagined.  You have never seen so many stars.

We gaze into the 100,000 light-year breadth of the Milky Way filled with its thick storm of suns.  From our campsite we are drawn into a rapturous understanding of our small place in the universe.  We are overwhelmed by the vast perspective of deep space and light years and we understand that our massive sun is merely a tiny dust particle at the outer edge of this immeasurably vast cloud of suns.  Only the orbiting Hubbell Telescope can offer clearer images of star clusters so thick and bright.




 
 
 
 
 
 
The brilliant belt of the Milky Way is so crisp and bright that you will clearly see your sharp shadow under its tightly banded light of 400 billion suns. Without a flashlight or lantern you will easily read small print beneath the crescent of light pouring down from above.



Depending on sunspot activity there is always a possibility that we might see a waving curtain of aurora borealis lights sheeting across the sky.


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