We did need to load extra gear such as a 3 man tent, 2 beach chairs, bedding, extra clothes and food. We packed and distributed the extra weight to our satisfaction and we were on our way Saturday morning at 10:00. Rather than leave our trailer and vehicle overnight, we enlisted the help of our son Rob. We had him drive with us to the ramp. We launched the boat, and Rob drove the trailer back to the house. Of coarse we forgot to give him the key to unlock the trailer from the SUV when he got home, but a better plan next time! So with Rob and the trailer on it's way home, Deb and I set out to pick out a spot. We had come across a couple of areas that had shown obvious evidence of overnight camping. We had even passed a few in the time we've spent on the river, so we headed towards those areas. Trying to take all of the factors we were looking for in our location (un-posted, secluded, and did I mention secluded). We finally settled on a bank north of the Sagamore Bridge. That's all I'm going to say, so I don't incriminate myself any further. We decided to not fully setup camp there until later in the day. We did decide however to break out our faithful blue grill and have some breakfast, and relax the morning away under the cool shade of the trees. We quickly realized just how good a find this new area was. As we had never stopped here before, we didn't realize what we were missing. The beach was sandy, with small pebble further from shore. The bank was just high enough to come level with the hull, making it easier to embark and disembark. The area above was relatively flat with patchy grassy vegetation. A bit of poison ivy here and there but if your careful. . . Most of the area that we were camping on, was under the light shade of the trees. It was about 20' at it' deepest to the waters edge, to about 4' at it narrowest, and spanned about 50' in width. Behind us was a steep ridge that rose about 75' or so. We were impressed with how few bugs were flying around us, but knew when the sun went down we would have to take refuge. We set up our chairs, broke out the ole Coleman grill, and cooked up eggs & sausage, with toast, V-8 and coffee. We even had fresh strawberries, thanks to Deb's menu planning. With breakfast eaten and cleaned up, and mid-day wearing on, we decided to do a bit of boating. We started out by heading further north into Nashua. Along the way we spotted a few boys doing what they do best at that age on a river . . .
nails, up a 30' rotting tree, and swing from a shredded rope into the shallow water below. Oh to be invincible again! After waking up from trying to remember what it was like to be 16 years old, we continued into Nashua, and started our slow drift back toward Lowell. During the day we stayed north of Lowell for the most part. We knew it would be a busy boating weekend, and we really wanted some peace and quiet. We did enjoy some natural company such as the Blue Heron we typically see, as well as that Bald Eagle nesting just north of Vesper Country Club. We have had really bad luck getting a postable pic of that eagle, but we'll keep on trying.
And just for the record, we left our campsite as clean as when we arrived. We cleared of any evidence that we were there, with the exception of our footprints, and a few buried treasures!
Never thought a rowboat could look so good.
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