|By: Paul S. Cilwa||Viewed: 6/20/2019
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|All about my trips to Maine, our northeasternmost state.|
Flies, Whitewater and Fall
Although Maine is a close neighbor of Vermont's, where I lived for several years as a small boy, I never actually visited there until I was an adult. That's when I discovered its beauty (especially in autumn), whitewater rafting, and buzzing flies that are large enough to be saddled.
Lost At Sea
|By: Paul S. Cilwa||Occurred: 6/9/1996
|Topics: #FortFoster #Maine #Metaphysics #SCUBA #Spirituality||Page Views: 3766|
|A friend was killed in a tragic SCUBA mishap.|
On Saturday, June 8th, 1996, I got a call from a friend, Tim. This was a very unusual call, because Tim had never before initiated a phone conversation with me. I had no way of knowing that, by that time tomorrow, he would be dead.
|By: Paul S. Cilwa||Occurred: 6/26/1994
||Topics: #Maine #PenobscotRiver #Rafting #WhitewaterRafting||Page Views: 2684|
|Whitewater rafting and camping trip on Maine's Penobscot River with the kids. Photos and text.|
Since I had by now rafted Maine’s Kennebec River twice (once with Dottie and twice with John), I wanted to "do" something different. After studying the brochures, I settled on the Penobscot River, which is run near Maine’s Baxter State Park. The drive time from Manchester, NH (where I lived at the time), is about the same; it’s suitably distant from civilization, and was said to be beautiful, peaceful—and wild.