Our planning for this trip began about a year ago. At a mid-summer Committee meeting we made the commitment to the 3rd week of July and to the Allagash. Phil has a real love of the waterway having run in it 6 0r so times and so offered the experience we needed. Another component was foundational knowledge, a lot of 2010 program was focused on canoeing with most of the guys earning the merit badge. We made numerous day and weekend trips. Indeed this spring and summer we were well positioned to run weekly shake down paddles prior to the trip. We are pictured here on our final shakedown before the trip.

Here we are on Long Pond headed down the Belgrade Stream to take out at Snow Pond.

So, a week later we packed it up and headed off on our trip. Six or so hours of driving from Belgrade to St Francis, Maine, on the St John river and the international border. We stayed at Pelletier’s campground and utilized their shuttle service. Probably some of the best money we spent on the trip was getting them to drive us, our stuff, and our canoes the last 3 hours on logging roads. Rather that than beating our cars up, and driving twice that setting up our own shuttle. Our experience with this business was good, and their prices seemed competitive, certainly, I’d use them again in the future, but, as always it is worth shopping around each trip.
There were a few bugs that first night.

We cooked dinner.

Got some sleep, but, not too much between the excitement, bugs, and first night on the ground.

Got up early so as to be on the road by 7am.

We were on the road early. The plan was to drive up to the bottom of Chase rapids leave our gear continue to Churchill dam and run the rapids in empty boats. Chase rapids is nine miles of class I-II rapids, fun, fun, fun.

Here we are posed on the dam waiting for our turn to start. Em and I seem pleased to be having our picture taken and Phil is telling Dave how to do it.

Since we don’t have pictures again until we camped that evening I guess we can say that we were busy and having fun and that is as it should be. We had the interesting experience of another group embedding themselves in our group. They had just rented equipment and started running Chase rapids without any real previous experience. They decided we knew what we were doing and were going down with us. Obviously there are all sorts of ways to run the Allagash, but, I think the confidence of experience we had was the superior approach.
Em and Ian lashed together a camp chair out of fire wood and a piece of nylon fabric that Ms Bacon had prepped ahead of time. They decided that my bulk was a suitable test for the design and construction.

We had a nice campsite this first evening on the river. We shared it with a group, looked like 3 families, they seemed to be having a lot fun and they were easy to get along with.

Basically that is how our days went: up early, paddle — some days long, some days short — set up camp, swim, cook, and go to bed. We saw lots of wildlife, moose, deer, eagles, loons, geese and so on.

Some amazing scenery.

Historically the Allagash area was heavily logged and one of the interesting pieces of technology that was designed and built in Maine to meet the needs of the logging industry were the Lombards two of which have been abandoned in the woods. One was a steam driven the other gas, here we are pictured with one:

I have a saying: “It isn’t an ‘adventure’ until something goes wrong.” And by that definition our trip was just that a well planned and executed trip — but, no adventure. We portaged the Allagash falls, in a drizzle, the carry was mostly easy and uneventful. Our practiced and confident group handled that with grace and speed. We had two other groups at the portage at the same time and… they seemed to be working harder then us.

The rest of the afternoon rainy… even torrential. And I conceded at some point that we might be on the verge of an adventure. But, we got to our campsite and busted around getting tarps up and a fire going. Later the rain let up and we set up tents an got into dryer clothes. We had to set the tarps up to shelter the fire which, alas, turned the kitchen area into a chimney. That really only affected the cook, which in this case was me:

The last day we ran down the rest of the Allagash to the village and then out onto the St John and paddled back to our take out at Pelletier’s Campground. A very mellow end to a wonderful trip.


