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Trip 1, Day 5. Lincoln, ME. to Rumford, RI.
We left Lincoln around 10 am. It was a lazy morning, lots of Sponge Bob. I can feel my energy waning, we’re loosing a bit of our spark. We’ve been at it for a five days now and it seems kind of like Groundhog Day. Wake up, eat, drive, stop to shoot, drive, shoot, eat, shoot… repeat. That sounds like a complaint, it’s not. But it’s hard to keep the energy cranking for a week straight, for two people, even on a super rad trip like this. It’s amazing being out here, being free. It’s been a life changing experience, honestly. I feel clearer, closer to nature, closer to my daughter, smarter. This morning it’s 98% awesome, 2% ready to head home. For whatever reason I was especially focused on the 2%. Nevertheless, we decided to head west into a more farmy area not knowing what to expect. We zig zagged our way over towards Skowhegan, ME. stopping a bunch to shoot. More Clover, more side of the road stuff, more landscapes. We picked Great Moose Lake in Hartland as our destination for the day. It seemed like a decent choice, it wasn’t too far and had a cool name. Did Moose = moose? Good enough for us. We came across some amazing things as we meandered westward. Such as a cedar shingle mill with a 30-40’ pile of rough cedar shavings. We played in the pile, shot pics, and took a bag home for Piggy Pie our guinea pig. We found another beaver lodge, our 12th, and hiked out to try to get close to it. This is not an easy task. Finally we arrived in Hartland, hit the country store for some grub and headed over to the lake. Well it turned out that the lake was surrounded by private homes, which means no public access and/or trespassing. It’s not wise to trespass on this land. After driving two hours to get there and ten miles down a really bad washboard dirt road with no payoff we were bummed. We turned around and took off. Feeling even more of that 2% we decided to really think about heading home. Then we arrived in Skowhegan and… we saw huge 30’ piles of logs filling a parking lot. Anyone that knows me knows how much I love log piles. They are in many of my photos, including the last shot from yesterday. I was counting on you Maine to deliver me log piles and you did not disappoint. Energy restored! We spent about 45 minutes shooting the logs. I was stoked, Clover was stoked, we had our 98% back. This was may favorite shoot of the trip, and it turned out to be the last. How’s that old saying go… This was the epic photo I needed to wrap up our epic adventure. Clover was a great model, the logs were majestic and insane, the light was ideal, all was perfect in the world. That was it, donzo. We got in the Element, hit Starbucks, hopped on 95 and headed back to our crew. We did, however, have one wee incident on the way home. In trying to wrap herself up and crash out Clover knocked her chocolate milk directly on to my camera case. Gotta love the pelican, not a drop inside. Take that Trumoo.
Song of the Day: Home Sweet Home, Motley Crue.
