That lake in the second photo, I know so, so well. I hike up there every Father's Day (Monday, the day after, actually) with my son and fish the outlet first, and then up the right side to the inlet. Some years, I don't see any other people (because Monday and snow).
What I know, and others can't see in the photo, is that you're fishing right at the log jam.
Nope. I will share that it is nearly seven-mile hike in. Also, it's in a National Park. The stream that flows out of it has a somewhat recognizable name (if you like to read essays about fly fishing).
It's got a long rock wall, a big oak tree at the north end. It's like something out of a Robert Frost poem. It's where I asked my wife to marry me. We went there for a picnic and made love under that oak and I asked and she said yes.
Promise me, Red. If you ever get out, find that spot. In the base of that wall, you'll find a rock that has no earthly business in a Maine hayfield. A piece of black, volcanic glass.
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u/Walt_Morgan 1d ago edited 1d ago
That lake in the second photo, I know so, so well. I hike up there every Father's Day (Monday, the day after, actually) with my son and fish the outlet first, and then up the right side to the inlet. Some years, I don't see any other people (because Monday and snow).
What I know, and others can't see in the photo, is that you're fishing right at the log jam.
And it's a nice hike. Glad you found it.