Summer Journal Day 10
Monday, August 10
It rained last night and we slept late. The Achilles tendon on my left ankle for some reason is very sore. I don’t know why, but it kept me awake last night. Ibuprofen didn’t help.
It didn’t get cold last night, but we were ready with our wool blankets. I had mine spread on top of my sleeping bag and Chris put his inside his bag.
We played Yahtzee and Chris won. I then read a bit before trying to sleep.
About 9:30 this morning Frank and Joey pulled into camp. What a small world this 3.5 million acres is. This is the second time we’ve run into them. They were checking campsites and cleaning fire pits. I invited them to breakfast and they were quick to say yes. While they finished their work I cooked up some eggs, bacon, home fries and made a big pot of coffee. We hadn’t seen each other since Chris and I were camped on the Machias River. There was some catching up to do. Joey wanted to know if Chris had tried out his fishing hole on the Mooseleuk River and wanted to see the new fly rod. They asked about Deboullie and what we had done after that. Frank, who is maybe somewhere between 50-60 years old with a full gray beard and bright orange suspenders, a hat with a wide 360 degree brim and a constant smile, gave me today’s newspaper. He gets up at 2 am every morning to deliver the Bangor Daily News in Presque Isle.
“You do what you can to get by,” he smiled. “We don’t work here for the money. It’s a way of life.”
We talked about life in the North Maine Woods, winters, summers and all the things to do. Joey grew up in the woods. When he heard that Chris was driving on the runway, he remarked that he had been driving up here on the logging roads since he was six. He also canoed 54 miles of the St. John River when he was 10 years old.
We talked together for about an hour, but they had to get back to work. We topped off their coffee cups and they thanked us for the meal. Then they got back in their silver Chevy pick up truck and headed out to the runway and back into the woods. There is something to be said for the simple things.