Showing posts with label Patience. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Patience. Show all posts

Saturday, November 20, 2010

The more things change....

I sometimes look at postcards of the Penobscot River on Ebay trying to guess the site, and see how things have changed. That's what I was doing two weeks ago when I came across this postcard.
This shows a steamer traveling up the Penobscot River, presumably to Bangor. The postmark on the rear of the card is 1912. In the foreground is a ramp and a dock. I suspect that's on a point of land which hosted a small town park in the early 1900's. Old photos I've seen in Historical Sketches, Hampen Maine, by the Hampden Historical Society show a covered pavilion back in the woods on the point. Currently there is nothing there except a level spot, and honestly, I'm not sure it's still town land. Now at the top of the page I've positioned myself roughly in the same spot the photographer had. But that's not what caused me to buy the postcard. Many postcards of the Penobscot River feature the Hampden Narrows, the high bluff to the left. What caused me to buy the postcard was this picture, taken just a month earlier on a Sunday morning paddle and posted on the 1000 mile blog.

We hadn't headed out that morning expecting to see the Patience, but there it was, a scene nearly identical to one taken 98 years earlier.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

1000 Miles

Today we passed the 1,000 statute mile mark for 2010. This year the weather has been very warm and mild, we started with a 5 mile paddle on March 5, but didn't really have time for paddling regularly until May.
I estimate that about 700 of those miles were from the landing near our house, so I thought I'd post some fall photographs of the middle Penobscot.
The Patience heading for its winter berth Oct 17
Mark heads out on an adventure
Peaking into Cove Brook Oct 10
We see eagles most days; most recently 2 adults and 2 immature; maybe a late hatching?
An adult takes wing
Mark playing in moving water at the Souadabscook
Color comes late to the Penobscot highlands
As the tide falls the bedrock, looking like weathered elephants, peeks through.
The banks are unstable, even where they are rocky, so most houses are set back from the river.
Mark contemplates when this hemlock will topple
Paddling by a point near Dorothea Dix Park
I like the way the ripples reflect the color
An odd band of fog