The Other Lake George

On Tuesday, we decided to stretch our legs finally, after nearly a week of David recuperating from his allergic reaction to the mystery weeds.  We drove several miles up the road to Lake George - not THE Lake George, but a small community lake in the heart of Maine, northwest of Skowhegan.  

Here's a photo of Kathy admiring the calm, still lake:

The lake is in a park, which has some miles of trails, and we climbed one long trail to The Pinnacle.  While there was a view - it was just barely so, with the trees growing up in the way.

No sooner had we completed our climb than Kathy spotted some blueberry bushes!  She started picking them, and then realized that she was actually eating real, wild Maine blueberries!  We had to memorialize the event:

The little berries were no bigger than little peas, but they were very sweet.  It would have taken hundreds to fill a breakfast cereal bowl.  We decided to leave some for the next hikers and satisfied ourselves with just some tastes.

We got back to the truck just ahead of a thunderstorm, drove back to the RV, and waited out the rain.  As we had hoped, once the storm passed, the sky cleared, the sun came out, and we had a beautiful two hours to kayak upstream on the Kennebec River toward the town of Skowhegan.  We got as far as the Great Eddy, where the downstream current was so strong that, as hard as we paddled upstream, we kept slipping backward.  Finally we just gave in, circled around, and paddled back downstream to the campground.