Sometime during Thursday night Argy woke me and we were right in the middle of a tremendous thunderstorm. The lighting was frequent and vivid; it must have been raining hard but that did not register at that moment. I got up at 4 the next morning and looked down the driveway at our road. It was dark and foggy but I thought I could see something, a mound of dirt maybe? I figured that leaves or loose hay had blown into the road in the storm. Wrong.
Yesterday I spent a foggy morning guiding a family mackerel fishing trip with Capt. George Harris of Superfly Charters. Between us we had the grandparents and all of their grandchildren. We left Thomaston Harbor in thick fog but it lifted some before we had gone a couple of miles. We fished out around Caldwell Island with no luck and wound up in Port Clyde Harbor where everyone caught fish.
I enjoyed a great nature exploration canoe trip this afternoon; in spite of the fog and threat of rain. All of the recent rain has the river and ponds at very high levels so it was fun to paddle over the marsh at the outlet of Round Pond and well up into the brook at the north end of Seven Tree Pond. There was little wind when we started and only a light breeze when we returned. We had the place to ourselves as there was not another boat anywhere or a person at Ayer Park.
