The Adirondacks are beautiful, but does Maine provide even more wilderness? Judging from satellite images, it looks like Maine has some interesting territory to explore. It also appears to have a lot less towns and a nice amount of unpaved roads. I see a substantial quantity of lakes and ponds for kayaking too. 
My 4WD car is packed and ready to go… hopefully along some logging roads with moose crossing.
I must get to sleep now so I can get driving by the crack of dawn before the birds get a chance to poop on my kayak loaded car parked under a tree close to my front door.
My dog Rascal and I went to the Adirondacks to go kayaking and camping. Because we could sleep cozily in my car, I had no need to bring a tent. Other than some food and clothing, I packed along my camera and handgun. It wasn’t until my last night of camping when I met a couple of nice people to chat with. I was glad to find many places to go where few people were, since the purpose of my trip was to soak in the sounds of nature and lots of fresh, clean air. I had no plan or idea of where I was going specifically. All I knew was I wanted to get as much into the wilderness as I could without taking anything along that would enable someone to interrupt my solitude by contacting me.
In the third to the last photo, at the bottom right corner, is Rascal’s smiling face. She enjoyed the trip too. Even though Rascal was with me everywhere I went (including kayaking the lakes and ponds) on this Adirondack venture, I did my best to refrain from taking too many pictures of her. I already have enough of them in my Kayaking With My Dog post. I also did my best to cut back the number of photos published in this post. For someone like me who is challenged by making decisions, it wasn’t easy going from potentially including about 200 pictures down to 44.
You may notice the neck of a bottle of white wine in a campfire photo included in this post. That wine helped to sooth the pain for a couple of days from when I blunderingly slammed the car door on my face and gave myself a fat, cut lip. I’m thankful that I didn’t have a worse accident than that while being alone, especially since I’m accident prone.
The water in the ponds and lakes were surprisingly warm in spite of the day temperatures varying between 60-70 degrees Fahrenheit. My campfires kept the bugs away. Every night I backed up my car near the fire and opened up the back so Rascal and I could lay by the heat and enjoy the evenings in comfort.
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