Take a look at my winter in New England and win a backpack!

With the lull in my kayaking season, I have always tried to find other pursuits to take my mind off my passion.  I thought I'd drop a few pics of our winter up here in Maine and New Hampshire where you will find me snowshoeing, snowmobiling and otherwise exploring.  The cold does not prevent me from venturing out - you know the old saying.."When God give you lemons..." - I just dress a whole lot warmer!  And speaking of warmer, a nice, winter fire always comes to mind..the woodstove, a nice bonfire outside or a toasty fire in any number of fireplaces

It's also a good time of year for me to go through my gear for a little inspection and inventory.  Whenever I find myself lacking in something, off I go to the web to see what's out there.  On one of my internet jaunts, I discovered the coolest daypack.  I contacted the distributor and after chatting it up a bit, they agreed to let me give one away!!  Mountainsmith makes many recycled products and this pack is made out of recycled water bottles!  I don't know about you, but even though I can't seem to throw any away, I'm pretty rough on my packs and can always use a brand new one!
So take a minute and enter my giveaway by letting me know in the comment box below.  I will pick a winner on February 14th.  (Sorry, this pack can only be shipped within the U.S.)

Enjoy my New England winter while on your way to the bottom of the page.........

Kayak/camping on Squam Lake, New Hampshire

We drove from my parent's house in Tamworth to the launch at Squam Lake in Holderness, New Hampshire. The improved launch has restrooms, a two-sided launch, lots of parking and is FREE! Judy (my oldest sister) and I, with the help of my parents and husband, loaded up the yaks for our more than a mile paddle out to Bowman Island. Bowman is managed and owned by the Squam Lakes Association and camping reservations must be made through them. Plan as far ahead as possible, as their campsites are very popular and fill up fast. Judy and I waved goodbye and headed out along the inlet out to the lake. 

Yakkin' Lake Arrowhead, Waterboro/Limerick, Maine

My daughter, Chelsea and I, after doing some housework chores, decided it was way too nice to stay home. So, we loaded up our two yaks and headed to one of our favorite paddles; Lake Arrowhead. We use the boat launch at the damn at the end of the lake. It's on New Damn Rd. in Waterboro. Arrowhead was originally called, and in some circles is still called, "Little Ossipee Flowage" or "the flowage" and damned decades ago creating the Lake Arrowhead Community . The change in this lake also created the only trophy bass fishing lake in the state and an overwhelming array of coves, backwaters and ecologically diverse water habitats.

Yakkin' the Royal River

Here we are kayaking on the Royal River in Yarmouth, Maine in late May. We've paddled this river several times, but always put-in at Dunns Corner off Rt. 9. From that launch we've either paddled downstream to the Royal River Park launch (where we've left a shuttle vehicle) or paddled upstream and just turned around when we were ready to head back.

Yakkin' the Bearcamp - Memorial Day Wknd '09

Each Memorial Day Weekend, as much of my family who can, gets together to kayak as a group. Last year, we yakked the Bearcamp River in Tamworth and Ossipee, New Hampshire. We traveled the entire length, into Ossipee Lake, paddling down the lake to the mouth of the Pine River, then up the river to the boat launch on Route 25. That took the better part of a day, stopping on a sandbar for lunch then paddling across a very, windy Ossipee.

The last day

I awoke before dawn to a very windy rain pummeling my hammock. Great. Today we have to pack up to leave and I don't want everything wet. I hunkered down as best I could and catnapped until first light. The rain let up, but it was still blowin' pretty hard. I made a run to the privy and ducked under the kitchen tarp. I cranked the radio and checked on the weather. Looks like we might have a good window of opportunity before lunch to get back to the put-in. The wind conveniently dried most of our gear, so after we ate, we packed up and waved goodbye to Pine Island.

Day 3: The 'vacation' day

The night before, we warmed up from our long day, applied a LOT of pain relieving gel, popped more than the legal limit of Advil and played a very loud game of cards well into the night. I cranked up the radio and listened to the weather report since we heard a few rumbles of thunder off in the distance. Well the folks back home must have thought we were ripped up and splintered in to the trees around here only after we must have weathered a freakin' hurricane! The report made the weather sound really bad up here. I vowed to break out the cell (yes, I brought it only for an emergency) and call home.