After coffee and a blueberry muffin we head east with Bob rowing his guide boat.  Loons, teal, and golden eyes seem not to notice us. 

We settle into a small cove as mist comes off the water.  Several casts with a stimulator bring an 11-inch brookie boat side.  We catch a dozen or so before we return to camp for bacon and French toast (and of course Bob’s own maple syrup).

Allagash Lodge and a few days fishing in the North Woods are not memorable for their luxury but rather for their thoughtful simplicity.  We often see moose and a bear or two over a three-day stay.  By contrast we seldom see another fisherman.

One of our favorite spots features an eagle’s nest in a mammoth white pine on a promontory.  We often attract 12-inch natives in this pristine pond of only 5 or so acres.

Bob has hunted and fished this area for over 25 years.  His environmental and ecological perspective gives our fly-fishing a special context.  We do catch 15 and 16-inch trout on occasion; but we also appreciate this public-access expanse of spruce, cedar, pine, maple and birch – ponds, lakes and streams – almost a private haven.                          

The last leg of our trip into camp covers 52 miles of gravel road.  The drive renews marvelous memories as we anticipate the activities awaiting.  My wife and I plan more trips as we recognize how valuable and rare are these adventures.