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Staff Writer Copyright © 1997 Blethen Maine Newspapers Inc. Maybe it's just that all these things are happening to me at once. Mike Krepner can talk all he wants about Indians and history and heritage, but this is two miles of hell. It was Krepner and his friends who in 1985 reopened this centuries-old canoe carrying route between Fourth Machias Lake and Gassabias Lake. The Gassabias Portage is the only carry along the 130-mile Eastern Maine Canoe Trail that's inaccessible by road. And in the view of Krepner, who takes some perverse delight in carrying a canoe over his head for miles, this is the most difficult portage in Maine. Over the next four hours, we would learn why.
For more than a thousand years, the web of lakes and rivers etched across Maine's forested landscape was the equivalent of today's highway system. With the advent of birch-bark canoes, native people were able to move about the state along these travel routes. In the 20th century, paved highways and logging roads eliminated the need for these historic water trails. But many still exist, and now these trails are being rediscovered. The route we are traveling connects the St. Croix River on the New Brunswick border with the Penobscot River north of Bangor. It has been dubbed the Eastern Maine Canoe Trail. Organizers see the trail as a prototype for a more ambitious idea - a 700-mile water route stretching from New York state to northern Maine. They envision the day when canoeists will be able to follow a series of ancient Indian waterways and portages from Fort Kent to Old Forge, N.Y. It would be called the Northern Forest Canoe Trail. There are challenges. In northern Maine, for instance, timberland owners are leery of the Northern Forest Canoe Trail proposal. They fear private property rights would in time lose out to the public's desire for a wilderness-like experience.
Still, efforts to establish water trails are under way on rivers including the
Penobscot, Androscoggin and Kennebec. People are learning the history of
ancient water routes and trying to gain and preserve access to them for modern
recreation travel. Portage caps good weekThe Gassabias Portage is a bruising climax to a week that had gone well.Our canoeing team, with newspaper photographer John Patriquin in my boat and WGME-TV's Amy Sinclair and Don Couillard in the other, leaves after sunrise Tuesday, July 15, from the fishing village of Grand Lake Stream to travel up West Grand Lake. With a gentle breeze at our stern, we make good time on our journey across Maine's eighth-largest lake. As we leave the cove at Grand Lake Stream, the view opens up. The rolling forest looms ahead like folded strips of green velvet, sewn between blue sheets of water and sky. Soon, we arrive at the Thoroughfare, a narrow waterway between West Grand and Pocumcus lakes. Here, we meet Jack Perkins, a Maine Guide and builder of the renowned Grand Laker canoes. Perkins is caretaker for a rustic family compound at the Thoroughfare, and on this day he is doing chores to prepare for the family's August visit.
The Thoroughfare is a natural passage between two lake systems. For thousands of years, Indians camped here on the sandy beaches and speared fish passing through the narrows. They left behind many artifacts, including two flint arrowheads Perkins found recently. But after hours of combing the shoreline, all we have is an appreciation for how many pointy pebbles look like Indian artifacts. The next day, we continue on to The Pines, a 130-year old sporting camp on lower Sysladobsis Lake. There, we rendezvous with Mike Krepner, his wife, Ellen Libby, and their two malamute huskies, Vuka and Tuktu. They'll be joining us for the Gassabias Portage. Meanwhile, WGME switches its television crew, and we're joined by reporter Marnie MacLean and photographer Jack Amrock. It's time for Couillard and Sinclair to say goodbye, or, as Sinclair puts it, ''head back to the land of flush toilets.''
Smart move. Waking to ravens' criesRavens circling our camp Thursday wake us before sunup with their persistent cries. It is just as well. A long day awaits.
By 9 a.m., we complete our four-mile paddle down the lake and slip into a winding creek. We follow a twisting channel, lined with purple, flowering pickerel weed. Finally, we spot a brown sign stuck in the muddy shoreline. It says ''portage'' and depicts a person with a canoe overhead. This state-owned area is part of the 25,000-acre Duck Lake public lands unit. Conservation workers put up the sign last year.
Krepner is excited to see the sign. He hasn't been here in 12 years. The sign
represents an official recognition of this place, which was a key link to the
historic travel routes of eastern Maine. To one side lay the Penobscot River
drainages; to the other, the St. Croix and the sea. Canoeists take to landI think, what's two miles when you're going 130? So we swap our water shoes for hiking boots and drag our boats onto the shore.First off, I can see this isn't really a trail, which is a beaten path. We're standing calf-deep in a cedar swamp. Where the water's deep, Krepner and others have laid crude log bridges. These slippery, unsteady spans give the appearance of a trail. And they'd be OK if you were carrying a day pack. But as Patriquin helps me steady our 80-pound canoe over my head, I instantly recognize why wilderness canoe portages have fallen out of favor as a mode of travel. Within minutes, my arms feel like rubber. I stumble over the logs and trip on rocks as I attempt to negotiate this so-called trail. When I can no longer stand, I toss the canoe aside and collapse.
And where's Mike Krepner? Up ahead, toting his boat like he's taking a walk in the park. We eventually catch up to him as we enter the start of an old-growth forest preserve. Here, 200-year-old red and white pines tower over the landscape. I'd appreciate them more if I wasn't exhausted, covered with bug bites and cuts, and sweating like a pig. Krepner says we've gone almost a mile. It took two hours.
We sit on the mossy forest floor and have lunch. I daydream about reaching
Gassabias Lake, ripping off my shoes and diving into the cool water. Speaking
of water, we're not drinking enough. We fill our canteens in a puddle. Group holding upI size up our crew. They're holding up. But what could we do now anyway? We're halfway through hell, and there's no turning back.The old growth is high ground, and the trail here is real and level. Krepner says we're entering the home stretch. Patriquin puts on his life vest and, aided by the extra shoulder padding, makes a few heroic canoe carries through the forest. We're cruising now. But as we leave the old growth, the trail narrows. Now we're in a peat bog. Patriquin and I are carrying our canoe together, end to end, sloshing through a narrow trough of muck. Finally, we decide to untie the canoe's bowline and drag it through the bog like a sled. At a rest stop, Patriquin walks ahead to scout the route. He comes back at 1:30 p.m. and says he has seen the lake. Soon, I can see water through the windblown trees. It's anticlimactic. We're all too numb to enjoy this moment. We reach Krepner, Libby and the dogs, sprawled out near the shore. At least he looks tired. But he says it was a great experience that he had been looking forward to, just to see the route again. And aside from the signs and some modest trail work, not much has changed. And he puts a positive spin on the situation. ''Heading to the Penobscot River,'' he says, ''it's all downhill from here.'' I say: You're an evil man, Mike Krepner, to make people do this. But there's no time to joke around. And forget about that cooling swim. Gassabias Lake has 2-foot swells and whitecaps. The wind is gusting, and the sky is threatening. We still have a two-mile paddle across this mess to our car.
As we push off into the wind, I look back with some satisfaction. We have
safely completed the Gassabias Portage. And I know I will never do this
again.
More storiesCanoe enthusiast aims to preserve ancient routes Mike Krepner is working with other groups to create a 700-mile route between Fort Kent and Old Forge, N.Y.Aging craftsmen see uncertain future for legendary canoes Grand Lakers are crafted with a transom for mounting a motor. Petroglyphs offer intriguing evidence of shamanism Rock carvings found along Grand Lake Stream provide few answers but raise lots of questions about what they mean.
Links to more about canoeing and related subjects on the InternetPetroglyph linksA nice history and examples of petroglyphs and pictographs, from the Folk Art and Craft Exchange.Images and background on some southwestern petroglyphs. A close-up of a petroglyph found in Minnesota, plus how and why petroglyphs were left there. A description of the petroglyphs found in Utah, and their historical importance. The Computational Science Education Project has a page of colorful petroglyphs, where they were found, and their likely meanings. Links lots of information about "Rock Art", otherwise known as petroglyphs, and U.S.-specific links, mostly from the southwest. A petroglyph photo gallery
Canoeing and birch bark canoesNative Trails, the group that developed the Eastern Maine Canoe TrailNativeTech's history of Native American birch bark canoes with directions to make a mini-canoe model "Arnold Invades Quebec: Canoe-borne attack follows Kennebec, Dead and Chaudiere" is about Colonel Benedict Arnold's birchbark-canoe invasion of Canada, the first amphibious military assault in our nation's history. From destionation: Maine, an earlier story about canoeing the Eastern Maine Canoe Trail From destionation: Maine, paddling into the wilderness From destionation: Maine, paddling merrymeeting bay From destionation: Maine, paddling near the city Margaret's Algonquin Park Page has tips for planning a canoe trip. Canoe and Kayak magazine online Chat about paddling in the GORP Paddling Forum Maine Sportsmen's Guide to river trips Checklist for canoe campers Top ten tips for safe canoeing
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