The Townships, America

   When I explained to my college roommate that there were some towns in Maine that had so few people in them that they were actually townships, not towns, she said "That is so sad.  I think they all deserve to be named."  But, I think if she had seen where I was today, she probably would've seen the point of a township.  
   Pretty Pond is now used for irrigation by one of the larger blueberry companies in the area, but when I was little we took baths in it after raking (again, sorry to the Green Peace folks).  Then, it went through a time period when it had a very bad reputation...a "used needle" reputation.  Today, though, I saw only one used condom...so  we're back on the upswing!  The funny thing is, I didn't stay here long because of the WIND!!  I got a few paddles in around the edges, then had to call it quits because I couldn't make headway on any course I tried.  What I did get was a few good shots of an apparently RAGING party, and the sign above it that urged everyone to keep Maine green.

Pretty Pond...pretty, huh?

An awesome party happened here, and I was not invited.

A sign that urges us to keep Maine green...that is a beer bottle above the sign, yes.

     My next stop was Lake Stan...an irrigation pond that my grandfather, father, and uncles built this past spring. The best part of Lake Stan was that it was big enough to paddle around, but small enough that I could drift,read, and chill.  Basically, it consisted of paddling across the pond and then being blown back across it.

The Rhythm getting ready to take Lake Stan.

A piece of my family's blueberry land.

There is where my shoes like to ride while I paddle.

   I had company on this trip, in the form of my dad, sister, and cousin for lunch (who were spraying blueberry ground) and two little frogs, one of whom I got a picture of.  Yup....good day =D.

One green and speckled frog, sat on a speckled log....