Up Close & Personal!
It’s been a hot summer in Maine this year but thankfully camp is always cooler in the shade of the porch! We’ve had a lot of hummingbirds coming to the feeder this summer and it has been lovely to watch them zip back and forth in front of the porch windows. The blueberries are out and it is a great year for picking! They are plentiful in the yard right now. A few good moose sightings this year too!
This year, while some kids went to traditional summer camp–my niece came to Red Quill Camp, where I dress her in a drysuit and she waded out in the river to fish with me, learned to build a fire, learned to canoe on the pond, stargazed and listened to loons at night snuggled in my lap next to the fire. Life is pretty good at Red Quill Camp. Bring your family too and enjoy the peace of the woods.
Photo by Sue Motley
We’re in the full summer swing of things in Rangeley! It’s time to sit on the porch and enjoy the cool shade of the woods during the heat of the day, watch the birds at the birdfeeder, and listen to the loons in the evening. There is a loon family on the pond this summer with two baby loons. Keep an eye out for them riding high on Momma Loon’s back as you take the canoe out on the pond!
As I sit in the hammock after a day of canoeing and summer fun, the grill wafts the smells of summer BBQ into the woods. The camp bikes lean against the woodshed next to the berry patch—the tip of my fingers still stained red from strawberry picking after our ride on the around the pond. I clasp a cool beverage in my hand as dinner cooks on the grill and smile as the fireflies start to come out. Nothing beats summer at camp.
Once again the flowers are blooming, the canoe is down by the pond, and the grill is wafting the delicious smell of BBQ. It’s summer time in Rangeley!
It has been a sweltering hot summer in Maine, but thankfully there has been a little respite from the heat in the shady woods of Rangeley. The loon pair on the pond had twins this summer and they have been serenading us since spring with their beautiful and haunting songs. We sit around the campfire at night and listen to them, gazing at the brilliantly clear sky full of stars. Curls of smoke and sparks lift from the fire and float into the night sky; the red sparks stand out against the black night and then fade into the white of the stars as they burn out. It’s quiet and peaceful in the Maine woods.
Jack With a Trout
We got up at dawn and made our way to the river. I ducked through the woods pushing the dewy branches aside, stepped into the river and tied on a nymph. I cast into the swift water and let it drift. A Golden-Eye duck flew up the river and past me. I cast again, and this time a trout bit my fly and pulled my line out. I netted it, delighted by the thrill of catching a fish, and admired its bright red sides. We caught fish after fish in the early morning, working our way down the river laughing at our luck.
Summer days move like a trout in the river, slowly with the current, and then with occasional bursts of energetic activity.
At dusk we sat around the campfire listening to the loons’ haunting calls from the pond. My toes dug into the grass in front of the flickering flames. The lid of the BBQ grill was open and the smell of dinner wafted toward me. Lightening bugs flickered in the bushes along the yard. The warm summer air settled heavily on my bare arms. I closed my eyes and soaked in the summer evening.
Moose Behind Camp