the Sweet Spot of Summer pART Three.

An Ode to a Summer Lake: What could be more lovely, cool and fishy scented? Similar to an old rubber diving suit found out back in the storage shed, with the outboard motor, chain saw and oil canisters, it’s just a little too small but which, once on, makes One slightly more buoyant.

featuring Jason Krekel, Emil Nomel and Nery Arevalo.

featuring Jason Krekel, Emil Nomel and Nery Arevalo.

On Wednesday afternoon in Hallowell, Our Friend King gave us a copy of the Maine Atlas, He has several to spare, it was then that We got the idea to follow the exact route to Moosehead Lake that We took in 1998, following Abbott Vaughn Meader, the Blue Bunny Himself, over backroads and lastly across a Logging Road to Rockwood, Maine. When You pull back onto the pavement, You’re looking right at Mount Kineo, a Pine-clad Monolith rising 1100 feet out of Moosehead Lake!

pointing to Moosehead Lake on the cover of the Gazetteer.

pointing to Moosehead Lake on the cover of the Gazetteer.

We stayed up talking with Bobby Watson and Don and listening to music, very tired but so thrilled to be in the Company We were in and excited about the next day’s adventure, which is the closest I get to a Spiritual Pilgrimage. We had left Flavor Bay, way down in Connecticut at first light on Wednesday morning, so We decided to sleep in a bit on Thursday and had a full breakfast with hot Coffee on Maranacook Lake with Bobby Watson and His Brother in Law, Don, also from Louisville, KY.

The Story behind all of this involves volumes worth of information and may some day be written down. My Love Affair with Maine started when I was three years old and traveled with my Mom and Grandmom to Monhegan Island, Maine, but the other part of the story probably comes out of Louisville, Kentucky, via Maine and points beyond, the Great Beyond and has to do with the meeting of three Fellows there in the very early days of the 1970s. Abbott Vaughn Meader, Bobby Watson and Tim Krekel, those three were how We got to Maine in 1998 and Whose Indomitable Spirits propelled Us forward to this point, here and now and around that table in Bobby Watson’s Camp late that Wednesday Night and on, across the Rivers and Valleys of Maine, up into the Lakes and Mountains Region: the Great North Woods!

Riding out of Maranacook, with Bellies full of breakfast and only the Map to guide Us, We drove through the rustic Maine country, lush green magic and little tables of stuff for Sale along the roadsides, fruits and produce, corn… corn everywhere. We dreamed of Lobster Rolls but didn’t stop for any. We stopped in Skowhegan, past the jack-leg over a spill-way and saw some Side-show ARTs by a Guy in a very old shop with City-Slickers talking to Him.

Freak Show Folk ART in Skowhegan Maine. We pulled over and went right in to see!

Freak Show Folk ART in Skowhegan Maine. We pulled over and went right in to see!

The sense of Adventure and Wild Freedom of the Sweet Spot of Summer guided Us further North, alongside the Kennebec River, which flows out of Moosehead Lake, through Hallowell and on to the Sea, truly mystical waters. We took the 201 from Skowhegan and stopped at a last Outpost before the vast, remote Forest surrounding Moosehead Lake, and ate sandwiches there, for Our luncheon. Just a little ways up the road, We took a right turn onto Capital Road and drove that Logging Road for over an hour of smooth dirt road riding, with only one Logging Truck that passed Us. We were thoroughly warned to get over if We saw a plume of dust rising in the distance and sure enough, We saw one, pulled off and waited for a high-speed Log Truck to roar by…

Old Timers would laugh at this load of skinny Trees. Before the Great North Woods were clear cut, back when Oak Trees 4 feet wide at the base grew there.

Old Timers would laugh at this load of skinny Trees. Before the Great North Woods were clear cut, back when Oak Trees 4 feet wide at the base grew there.

One more scenic stop as We passed the source of Long Pond and then on to Moosehead Lake, a pilgrimage is not meant to be quick and We were still hoping to get down in the Magic, Sparkling Waters there by the shore before the Warm Yellow Sun sank into the Pines in front of the Bogs, filled full of that even more Mystical Creature said to inhabit those areas: the Moose. First We had to stop and see Our Friend Liz Munster, of Munster, Spalding and Pickle Real Estate Developers at the mouth of the Moose River.

dark and flowing waters by the side of the old Logging Road.

dark and flowing waters by the side of the old Logging Road.

At last Our accommodations were sorted out and We checked in to Cabin Five “Catch a Falling Star”, right on the shore of the Lake looking directly out at Mount Kineo. From my journal entry, dated August 7, 2014: I sit by Moosehead Lake at the Cabin #5. I’m at the Birches, which is filled with Guests

a drawing I made on the porch of Cabin V at the Birches REsort, Moosehead Lake, Maine.

a drawing I made on the porch of Cabin V at the Birches REsort, Moosehead Lake, Maine.

and other drunken Folks, an odd assortment of Golf-types and Woodsmen, waiting for their supper. A speed boat takes off full-tilt from the dock, like a water-rocket, out into the open Lake. A small Squirrel or very large Chipmunk runs up and down the tree trunks and in front of the thicker ground covering that grows around the rocks at the edge of the water. Earlier, Krekel went swimming (it was too chilly for me after the Sun went down) and I collected smooth rocks on the little beach. A motor-boat and a pontoon boat both cross in front of me at various distances, causing ripples on the flat surface of the Lake. There was a rainbow on Mount Kineo as the Sun shown its last yellow rays. Kineo is green and huge in the foreground (about two miles directly across from Me) with a backdrop of purple, dark clouds. We came over from 201 on Capital road, it was a little over an hour off-road and it was smooth sailing the whole way. This Lake is so beautiful and such a magic spot. I am soaking it up. I had a Chicken-Caesar Salad to go and now a light rain begins to fall instantly from the Sky. When they say “it looks like rain” in Maine, You have about three minutes to find cover. Mount Kineo disappears into the encroaching mist, which will soon envelop this Northern edge of the Lake as well. The Mountain is fading into lavender. Its vivid green becomes unseen as if it’s just evaporating out there. The quiet here is only interrupted by drunkards and kids hollering.

Holy Mount Kineo in Moosehead Lake.

Holy Mount Kineo in Moosehead Lake.

Rain on the ShoreKrekel Cabin 5.Kineo in the mist.

 

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the Sweet Spot of Summer pART Too…

from my Journal Log:

Flavor Bay will carry You away on a cushion of Air, with or without Your flair. The bacon smell is growing wings and eggs will soon be cracking. Green deep loveliness, reflections on the water, purple clouds and bright blue sky and ripples where the fishes are. We had City Bill’s farm-fresh eggs and bacon, fish and toast for Breakfast. Also We, Meredith, Emil and I started working on a new song, as I mentioned earlier, last night.

Butterflies in the bushes, Ducks on the Pond, the Bass-boat Fishing overload, of which, I am not fond. Styro-foam House on the Hill, Big-time Stars live up there still. Tomato Plants are growing tall and magic ARTs hang on the wall. Big City Folks are SO busy, with the schedules that They made, while I am on my Lake-a-Day-Cycle, I’m just chillin’, not even getting paid… A dome of land, sea and sky, the Lake-a-Day-Cycle does not imply swimming (as previously mentioned), nor does it imply only one Lake per day. At its most wonder-full vibratory nature, there is both swimming and more than one Lake. I have started the Cycle properly by jumping in three times already into Flavor Bay!

Styro-Foam House overlooking Flavor Bay!

Styro-Foam House overlooking Flavor Bay!

the Blue Bunny still casts a long shadow across the Great State of Maine!

the Blue Bunny still casts a long shadow across the Great State of Maine!

“It’s Summertime now and I’ve got that itch… I’m gonna head North again. People from away just don’t understand, it’s better in the State of Maine!’ – from “Summer in the State of Maine” by the Dynamic ARTs League.

After Krekel and I left Hallowell, where We visited the Second Street Bed and Breakfast (I have a painting hanging there over the mantle in one of the common rooms, entitled “HOONs ina Yard”),

HOONs ina Yard 2004, featuring GaLoobe de Jamune and other HOONs in Jamaica (back-a-yard). Photo by Jason Krekel.

HOONs ina Yard 2004, featuring GaLoobe de Jamune and other HOONs in Jamaica (back-a-yard). Photo by Jason Krekel.

we headed out into the Country to Cobbosseecontee Lake for a Lobster dinner and Moon-light Pontoon Boat ride with Our Friend Joey Gange out there. Cobbossee is a favorite Lake of Ours and We were super-excited. On the way Jason made a call to Scotty Perrow, a drummer and Famous Sound Man, who was gonna loan Us some equipment to do the performances with the Blue Bunny ALL-Stars. We drove wildly down backroads and found Our way at last to the Gange Camp, which is made up mainly of old road signs…

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Krekel and the Old Cobbossee Rail Road sign on the Gagne Camp, there.

Eating Our first Lobsters in Maine with Joey Gagne!

Eating Our first Lobsters in Maine with Joey Gagne! They got Sports on the TV Set in the background, with the sound off.

We rode around in the darkness with no lights on on Joey’s Pontoon Boat, recreating a now-famous expedition that occurred in 1998. Krekel played Guitar on Old Favorites and We ALL sang along. We stayed out there in a Horse-shoe Cove for quite a while floating, singing and drinking beers.

Since We woke up at Flavor Bay that morning, and already swam in the Sea, then visited Cobbosseecontee Lake, it was time for Us to go to Our third Lake of that particular Wednesday and also Our final stop where We would spend the Night with a Great Fellow: Dancing Bobby Watson, up from Louisville, KY, for the whole Summer on Maranacook Lake, only a few minutes drive away by motorized-vehicle.

the Sweet Spot of Summer 2014!

 Art pARTy Part Too¡

Corn-on-the-Cobb is a staple of the Sweet Spot of Summer and eaten with almost every meal, coated generously in butter. We also had Lobster, Clams, Steak, Burgers, Sausage, Pasta and Caesar Salad (the best one I have ever had is at the Birches on Moosehead Lake in Maine). I built a super heavy-duty 16x8x4 foot Platform at Rhetorical Factory, We hosted the Lasters ART Family, We went to the Outrageous Universe REvival (my 15th in a row), I dropped off Ami Worthen at the Train Station to NYC, I went to Flavor Bay and began writing a New Song with Emil Nomel and Meredith DiMenna and did a few UPgrades to the painting I made there last Fall, I picked up Jason Krekel at the Train Station from NYC and went back to Flavor Bay, the next morning at first light, We set-out for Maine. We swam in the chilly Ocean at Ferry Beach and made it up to Hallowell, the Spiritual Capital of Maine by the Afternoon in a rain storm.

On Wednesday morning, July 30th, I left Asheville, NC, at Dawn’s early light, with Ami Worthen (one half of the Moodees). We made it to a favorite East Coast Breakfast spot: Tudor’s Biscuit World by 9:45am. Freshly fueled, We headed on up through West Virginia and Western Pennsylvania into Western NY by 5:00pm. We arrived at the Kevin Cole Farm in Panama, NY and began helping Maury Rosenberg (of Hypnotic Clambake) decorate for the 18th Annual OUR Fest. The OUR Fest came off without a hitch this year. Hypnotic Clambake, the Active Artists Alliance of Jamestown, NY and the Kevin Cole Farm of Panama, NY (and host for the second year of the Festival), teamed up to bring Us the 18th Annual OUR Fest. It may well have been the best OUR Fest ever, even though We sincerely missed many missing Old Friends. After the Festival We made Our way East toward New York City and Connecticut. As We rode the curving highway through the dense forests of Southern Central New York State, We experienced a one hundred-mile-wide down-pour. After about 6 and a half hours, We reached the Train Station where Ami would catch Her next leg of transportation, into New York City.

It is hard to write about the passing of the Sweet Spot of Summer. It is such a fleeting moment of pure velveteen loveliness. Like the flavored butter on the Corn-on-the-Cobb that runs down Your neck as You chew like an old-timey Typewriter, it melts away behind Us, bobbing out-of-sight in the foamy wake of a Pontoon Boat plying a dark Maine Lake.

After the OUR Fest, I began my portion of the Lake-a-Day-Cycle Tour, which has vague but elaborate rules (created by Me): the LakedayCycle does not imply swimming in Lakes, nor does it imply just one Lake-a-Day. The Cycle may be achieved whether tethered to a floating dock or standing on the Shoreline. It looks like a can of Salmon over the Mountain right now and it’s reflecting in the Lake. Needless to say, the Lake-a-Day Cycle also does not imply a different Lake each day, just a Lake.

There is just too much information to publish only one Blog about this topic, which I realize is a little disjointed, however, please bear with Me and I’ll get more of it typed-out.

Ami and Lora P.

Ami surprised OUR Friend Lora P, a musician from Trumansburg, NY, the day after Her birthday by jumping from inside of a Barn as Her car passed slowly by!

Pretzels are a staple at the OUR Fest!

Pretzels are a staple at the OUR Fest!

the Wizard behind the Hypnotic Clambake Album "Mayonaise" is also pretty good on the Bar-be-Que grill...

the Wizard behind the Hypnotic Clambake Album “Mayonaise” is also pretty good on the Bar-be-Que grill…

Lasters' ART

some of the ARTs created by the Lasters G.K. and C.M. for the Rhetorical Factory Presentation: “Meet the Lasters” on July 23rd, 2014.

Rosenberg and Worthen

Maury Rosenberg on Guitar (a rare performance) and Ami Worthen on the Piano at Steadman’s Little Corner Coffee House and Grill, there.

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