Flander's Lane, Washington Maine

Flander's Lane is named after my grandfather, Roland Flanders. It is a short dirt road with a few camps set on Washington Pond. There are tales that Flander's Lane is haunted. At least that's what my grandfather says.

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Kayak Trip

Kayak Trip
The wee one and I headed out for our first kayak trip together on Washington Pond the other day. The boat is loaded up with several dry sacks full of safety gear, my cell phone, compass, and whistle.

Across the lake the woods are really wild. Late at night coyotes are heard howling and fighting, and it can sound really scary. Loons and Hoot Owls fill the night with their cries. The lily pad bog is home to beaver, snapping turtles, and moose. When we are out and about, any of the above may be seen. Just today we saw a huge snapper, the shell must have been two feet across. He was up on a large rock with his neck stretched, basking in the morning sun. As we got closer, he just hopped in the water and swam away. We were both amazed at the size of the critter. Along with him on the rock were about 4 or 5 sun turtles. Now we call it Turtle Rock, and will visit it often.

I have to admit my adrenaline is way up when I have my 2 year old along with me on these kayak trips, but her enthusiasm and excitement is just too great to exclude her from this sight seeing sport. This is by far the most amazing Dad and Daughter time together we have ever had. Just the two of us out on the lake together checking out every nook and cranny of this feral place. Every time we go beyond the bog into the shallows full of lotus flowers, the daughter goes, "Wow... Land of the Lost!" I can't argue. All we need is a Tyrannosaurus Rex chasing us from the shore and the scene would be complete. As it is, I constantly wonder what is around the next turn. It is indeed the land that time forgot.

There are no cabins or people on this side of the lake. It is completely wild. Several Loons can be seen as they dive for fish. We pass close by the beaver dam in hopes of seeing some action. The kayak can go places most boats could never reach. The two of us silently skimming across the water's surface. It's magical. The green lily pads, bright yellow lily pad flowers, and white lotus flowers add so much color to the water's surface in the bog. We are so alone out there. It's so overwhelmingly beautiful, perfectly still, and creepy at the same time.

Every morning she begs to go out for a boat ride. The memories this is going to create will last a life time... for us both.


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