The Cannery Residency: Day 3

Wake up at 7am. I put an extra blanket over my sleeping bag, woke up warm and rested, my nose is no longer running continuously.

Today’s ‘Ancient Whacks of Heraclitus’ card is “You can’t step into the same river twice.” The interpretation reads, “A flowing river constantly changes its contents and shape. It may look the same from moment to moment, but it is never the same. It is important to continually update our assumption about what is ‘real’.”

Off to walk the NE Quadrant –

I start at The Cannery, walk north on 175. I passNorthern Bay Market then turn right on a single-lane road leading across the fields toward an old farm. The fields have been mowed within the past year, but now lie fallow. Halfway there, between fields, there’s a collection of old, broken farm equipment.

Mosquitoes and gnats are out. The black flies gave up early this year, thankfully. I walk through the used equipment dump, out the other side, then along the northern edge of another large field. Lots of little white wildflowers in the border between the field and the scrub. Occasionally, a small patch of violets.

I continue east toward Winslow Stream. Out of the corner of my eye, by a bend in the stream, I spot an eagle. Just a quick glimpse as it swoops low over the water, then turns the corner and heads upstream. I arrive at the banks of Winslow Stream.

There are bigger trees along the stream banks, woods on the far side. At this point the stream seems quite wide, I suspect beavers. I sit for awhile by the stream, then follow it back towards the road. I can’t get to close to the water as there’s a mat of soggy grass along the stream. Still soaked from the Spring runoff. I jog around a small stream. On the way back to I find a small, neglected cemetery.

I find the beaver dam and continue scrambling downstream. The stream drops a couple of feet, threads its way through a collection boulders. There are some old concrete pylons tilting off-vertical that were, perhaps, some sort of water management system. I arrive back the road, at The Cannery and turn south on 175 then east on 177. I walk along the road past a couple of houses, past Downeast Yacht Services. There’s scrub forest on either side of the road. Small trees, lot’s of undergrowth, not the original forest. I leave the road and walk into an area that has been recently clear cut. It’s a mess – stumps, dead branches tangled on the ground – nearly impossible to walk through.

I wonder what it would be like to walk through the original forest. The trees were probably taller – hardwoods, spruce and pine. I Google “Maine old growth forests” and get this –

“Old-growth forests provide opportunities to go back in time and experience the character of the land as it may once have been before human disturbance. Generally such forests must be: free of evidence of logging or other disruption, of a sufficient size to constitute a forest, stable in composition and structure, and dominated by climax species of old trees that have attained at least half of their potential longevity.

“Three old-growth forests, surveyed for Maine’s Critical Areas Program, are near the shores of Eagle Lake. The largest is the Eagle Lake Old-Growth Forest (about one-hundred acres) and is near the eastern shore on a ridge opposite the southeast end of Pillsbury island. Here, some white pines are over three feet in diameter and up to one-hundred thirty feet high – among the tallest pine trees in Maine.“

What’s left after logging is, as noted, a sorry mess. After a half-hour of tripping and stumbling, I give up, walk back to The Cannery. I sit on the porch and record traffic sounds. Members of Leslie’s knitting circle begin to arrive. I follow them inside and get to work editing then posting images from yesterday’s walk.


Zeke and I and pick up fish sandwiches, onion rings, and Strong Brewery IPA for dinner. After dinner we all watch a Netflix documentary on Lee Morgan. I set my phone to upload images and go to bed.

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