After seeking trout in the quickwater section upriver, we sit back and paddle or way through what I would consider one of the most serene and picturesque rivers in NH/ME. For a moment, under the twin Diamond Peaks, I felt the whisper of Alaska (minus the 28 hour travel requirement, the retirement fund drainage, and yeah- the large and hearty abundance of amazing fish.) But still, up at 5 a.m. and in my own bed by 8 p.m., even without the catch I’ll call it a huge success.
Looking west to the Diamond Peaks
Snaking flat water
You know you’re in New England when…
Looking toward the Diamonds