Heading north on the Madagascal stream toward its source, we encountered several beaver dams. This one was so substantial, we decided it was time to turn around and head back to camp. It is a good example of the work “nature’s engineers” are capable of.
Along the Madagascal stream in the Maine woods near Grand Falls township, we caught this muskrat about to enter his den.
Along the Madagascal stream in the Maine woods on a summer day.
A turtle was resting on a rock in the middle of the Madagascal stream last weekend when we paddled by. While we see a fair number of them on any typical journey, they rarely stay on their rocks long enough for a reasonably close shot.
On our recent canoe trip up and down the Madagascal stream in central Maine. This was our Sunday morning visit to the church of Mother Nature.
A few days after the 300th anniversary of Henry David Thoreau’s birth, we found ourselves in a canoe on mid-central Maine’s Madagascal stream. We were not far from the routes Thoreau took on his Maine wilderness trips. We were miles from electric power lines, roads, and civilized accommodations.
As we rounded a bend, we met a native of the area. I’d like to think his name is Henry.
Like visiting a favorite restaurant anytime during the year. The seasons can be different but one seems to have a good time no matter when you visit. The noname pond in the back woods near our house is like that.
On a warm July afternoon in a Maine bog, a frog awaits a thunderstorm
A west coast gull does a flyby last month during the Pacific Ocean leg of our cruise.
While switching engines at White Pass on the Alaska-Yukon Territory border in May, we were entertained by this visitor walking toward us on the snow.
I found later that this is probably a white-tailed ptarmigan or snow grouse?
john's f-stop 