Wednesday, October 8, 2025

Making a difference one Summit Cookie at a time

Making a difference one Summit Cookie at a time or was it that slow cooker filled with garbage soup ingredients that wafted sweet smells up the spiral tower stairs into the Mount Washington Observatory’s (MWOBS) weather operations?

The sunrise shadow of Mount Washington peaking over the MWOBS deck

Nimbus headed down from the weather station fur he heard dinner was ready


I learned about MWOBS in 2011 a few days before my first 4,000 footer hike in the White Mountain National Forest.

We must continue to Protect & Preserve our Public Lands

Back then, to this gal, it was simply a tool I’d use to check the higher-summit forecast.

Today, it’s a passion that’s seeded deeply within my soulful being.

To some, that might be overly corny but for those of us who adventure within terrain that has experienced some of the most impressive & intense weather it’s critical and honestly habitual.

The weather modeling & research that happens is constant within the belly of MWOBS’ operation.

They operate 24/7 atop of Mount Washington and that doesn’t include the ongoing work by staff and volunteers in the valley below.

If you’re like me, you may not have known what it takes to run up a mountain (oh wait that was a different event on the auto road a few years back).  Running any non-profit smoothly takes dedication by hearty individuals that transcend an array ages and skill sets.  Also, insert the mere fact that an intrinsic key aspect was built on top of an iconic mountain that has limited accessibility adding an entirely different set of challenges.

My name is Kally, some of you may have seen me promoting Seek the Peak as a Trail Steward the past couple of years for MWOBS but if the truth were to be told my role was minuscule compared to the rest of the hearty souls who dedicate themselves to an organization working to continue science in the mountains.

Hank Dresch and 
Linda Denis at my start of the 
25th Anniversary of Seek the Peak this past July


Being a volunteer for a full week, living in the same quarters nestled above 6,000 feet, preparing meals, working in the gift shop, cleaning the Extreme Weather Museum, greeting & hosting MWOBS guests with hot coffee, teas, treats and of course hoping fur Nimbus purrs is unlike any other.

The week starts promptly on Wednesday’s at the base of the Mount Washington Auto Road where we meet-up with the crew heading up for shift change.  Typically, there is a staff of three full-time and two interns, two volunteers and during the open season there’s also a staff member running the gift shop.

When the van is loaded with all of our gear, groceries, equipment I don’t know the use for but I’m making a note to ask questions later, we begin the ascent up twists & turns littered with amazing views around each bend as the van with a specially designed transmission climbs higher in elevation; our ride to the summit is filled with anticipation.

Off loading gear, putting away groceries, scanning the massive walk-in pantry of its extensive kitchen equipment and scrumptious supplies, finding the enormous deep freezer fully stocked; the possibilities are as vast as the view from Mr. 6,288 on a clear day.  It’s time to prep tonight’s culinary feast & think about the upcoming week of meals to create.

It’s all business when you volunteer for this gig.

OK, ya’ caught me that’s a lie!

But there is no shortage of work that needs to be accomplished and you literally hit the ground running as the volunteers who are departing off-load tips, tricks & tasks you’ll face during your week.

Each day, like the weather, can be very different so like hikers who re-check the MWOBS higher-summit forecast I refer back to emails received before our week and cross-reference with the team about guests we’d be hosting, their dietary needs and any sleeping accommodations.

Prepping slop is not an option for this gal & I say that with my whimsical voice because sometimes a creation simply doesn’t formulate into the dish you desired; it’s kind of like a weather event that didn’t manifest itself exactly like early models predicted.

That’s the interesting thing about the climate we’re living in.  The models need to be constantly updated because of our environmental situation; new studies are performed to evaluate and collect data points.  It's an ongoing journey through climate research from the most extreme weather station in the United States.  Feeling like student, a quest to learn, it was a treat to be among those who are performing cutting-edge studies that are vital in the face of climate change.

The day we arrived it was warm, calm, still & super dry (around 8% humidity).

That evening we were treated to a sunset that had us all outside watching as the air barely moved & a nighttime sky that promised to star studded.

Looking up and seeing the big dipper is like seeing cairns along a hiking trail.

A guide, a compass, a direction, a path to follow through the hallows of life.

Wrapped in the cloak of darkness & the still of nearly a windless night I found a spot that captured both immediately etching a deeply profound feeling across my heart.

The MWOBS tower aglow under the Big Dipper


Clichés are timeless albeit a sliver cheesy but still I heard faint words whispered in the stars.

Symbols of beauty, wonder & mystery as they ignite inner curiosity & as my gaze sweeps across the Milky Way I can’t help but think of how truly small we are in this universe.

Beautiful is the luminescent energy of nature, an almost spiritual connection to my soul has this iconic summit at 6,288 feet.

I had Mr. 6,288 all to myself as I first sat under the summit sign the silence wrapped itself around me.  I embraced it and decided to lie flat, as one can on all of the exposed rocks, and lazily stared up into the sky for a very long time.  The sound that broke the stillness was the MWOBS observation door opening as another hourly set of data was to be collected.

Enjoying the summit of Mt. Washington under the cloak of darkness 

A romance with the mountains under a moonless crisp star filled night, it’s extremely difficult to tear yourself away & say goodnight.

Finally, it was time, I decided to head back in leaving an almost moonless night to dance across the Mount Washington Observatory.

MWOBS tower illuminated by a star filled sky 

The air was warm to the touch & eerily dry so I took my time as I walked across the observation deck letting my mind wonder what the sunrise would have in store.

Awakening pre-dawn, I knew what my day had in store.  Guests nearing a dozen of fellow Seek the Peak (STP) volunteers would be joining us for lunch and a tour but my first order of business was to go back outside.  I sat with a cup of coffee on the edge of a rock placed here oh so long ago, like a perch, my window into nature’s soul I quietly waited for her stretch & yawn.

Sunrise with 75+ miles of visibility 

Good morning from MWOBS

A new day of tasks has begun.

Nimbus, the chief kitchen supervisor makes an appearance when I start opening cans.  I know his puurest desire while he stands there keeping a keen kitty-eye on this gal.  He’s making sure I'm diligent to avoid food allergies and tummy sensitivity; this is something taken very seriously while crafting meals with everyone in mind.

Nimbus, chief kitchen supervisor


When the lively STP group arrived I eagerly re-introduced myself as chef, volunteer for the week with my husband, Eric, and of course fellow STP connoisseur.  It was a lively group that sat around the table sharing a meal prepared in their honor.  “Garbage Soup” and a full-loaded veggie pasta salad were plated buffet style.  After our meal I told them to go off and play, I'd be joining outside as soon as the dishes were cleared.

Winds had retuned in time for their summit and observatory tower visit which is exactly the kind of fun we'd wanted.  My playful role of guest quickly ended as I promised to be in the gift shop to cover lunch in just a few minutes.  Goodbyes were made with a gleeful see you next year at Seek the Peak; MWOBS largest annual fundraiser for this non-profit.

Creating meals is one major aspect of your time up here with the crew but it’s goes so much deeper … errr rather higher … working in the gift shop & chatting with hikers, COG riders that ascend from the west & those who drive the auto road from the east is simply the best.

I love to make connections as I share a moment with each of them, where they are from, what trail they hiked, surgically removing tags from stuffed Nimbus’ for the littler guests, encouraging folks to sign up for the MWOBS tour as they visit the summit of the mountain with the most epic weather recorded history.

Your days start to feel routine.  

After our dinner with the entire crew, I insisted we leave the dishes as I dashed to the submarine door.  The horizon was filled with colors as I gazed through the portal.  With the hefty lever in my hand I lifted and pushed my way with Nimbus joining us.

Nimbus enjoying the sunset with us


Although my nighttime chores weren’t complete yet I pushed them aside for a tiny bit longer & I’m so happy I did!

Ya’ know the saying, “it’s a matter of perspective?” It’s completely true.

Scampering towards the east, opposite of the sunset, I lost my breath & it wasn’t because of the higher elevation.

The shadow of Mr. 6,288 was beaming across the horizon in all of his glory! 

Shadow of Mount Washington to the east 

The shadow of Mr. 6,288 behind the summit cairn 


I’d never witnessed such a powerful blank space before but is that space truly empty is my wonder?!

I tore myself away, back inside to attend to the dinner dishes, knowing the night sky would call me back outside soon enough.

The night sky called & it didn’t disappoint with light pollution still filtering in from the towns way below but Oy Vey what a beautiful show.

Tucking in for the night I set my alarm for the sun would have his way with me too all too soon.

Sunrise, sunset, star filled skies … who has time to rest!!

Sun setting in the horizon 

One of my favorite spots to snap pictures with the 
northern presidential & observatory tower


There was this one moment in puurticular, as I took a momentary rest on the couch in the living quarters, I reached for the nearest throw blanket & within just a few moments I had a cat by the name of Nimbus on it too.  Later in the week, while cleaning our shared space and setting to vacuum I moved Nimbus' blanket to find one of his whiskers (fur which I've kept).

Nimbus whisker 

Awake but barely I entered the day before the sun illuminated the Atlantic only 75 ish miles away.  One a clear day, with the sun rising you can actually see it glinting on the open ocean water.

A loop I’d make, some of my favorite spots to snap a couple of images but in my tracks I stopped as my smile grew.

That shadow of Mr. 6,288 I’d seen across the east just last evening was now making his majestic presence across the western horizon.  Seriously, it was pretty spectacular to see the east & west shadows back to back; another cliché "timing is everything" is apropos. 

On my way back across the observatory deck, I really needed to get my days chores underway, I caught his shadow adjacent to the tower so I lingered a mountain gentle breeze a bit longer.

It was a bit chilly as I scampered outside for sunrise ~ catching the shadow of Mount Washington across the western horizon 

Shadow of Mr. 6,288 adjacent to the MWOBS tower 


Since we were volunteering on Autumn Equinox I decided to bake some fall themed cookies.  The crew all at their work stations and the kitchen to myself I started selecting ingredients.  Enlisting the hefty Kitchen Aid made this endeavor a lot easier.  I love working within the MWOBS kitchen, it's kind of like my backpack; it literally has everything you’ll need.

The kitchen, the quarters, the equipment, the van, literally everything is made possible for this non-profit by generous donations in the monetary form as well as in-kind.

My biggest fear in the MWOBS kitchen is baking, the elevation can wreak havoc if you aren’t diligent.

Unlike my usual MO of diligently following blazes I intentionally went off trail … errr rather off recipe for these “Summit Cookies”.

Knowing the foundation was solid I allowed latitude aka a hap-hazard care free attitude that I hoped wouldn’t turn into a kitchen disaster as I kept pulling yummy ingredients off the shelf.

Into the mixer went oats, dark brown sugar, white sugar, vanilla, semi-sweet chips, cinnamon, flour, eggs, butter, kosher salt, raisins & the final touch some shredded coconut that reminded me of snow as some of it splattered over the rim not unlike the rime ice that will soon encapsulate the entire summit & all of the observatory equipment.

Weeeeee!  Seeking Summit Cookies

This whimsical double batch creation became “Summit Cookies” & I eagerly shared with the staff hoping they met expectations.

To my delight, I think they were a hit as the number left dwindled overnight.

Summit Cookies


It was shared with us, as well as on the MWOBS higher-summit forecast that we’d get into some higher winds, even a bit more interesting than we'd experienced the day before bringing with it much needed moisture but not necessarily from rain but rather wet fast moving foggy soggy clouds.

Grabbing the steel door firmly, that literally came from a submarine, I was immediately blasted with clouds that covered my glasses in fog laced wetness & winds that pushed 70+ MPH!

With hands holding on tight I made the last few rungs up the observatory tower into blustery winds.

To experience this extreme weather is a treat but I truly hope folks who recreate in the higher summits stay vigilant, the exposure risk is no joke with the real feel that morning was ducking just above freezing.

Speaking of ducking, it was time to head back in to complete morning chores & prepare some hearty foods for the crew BUT first one more glance across this majestic horizon nestled waaay above the White Mountains … then … I caught a glance of … what is this anomaly called … I’d have to ask but first I wrapped my jacket a little tighter as I had to stay out in the elements a bit longer!! 

I struggled to hold my cell phone still in the intensifying winds & get an image of this phenomenon; it truly was a unique sight to see first hand.  The MWOBS tower in her glory against speeding clouds & foggy mist that crashed up over the mountainside illuminated by the sun.

This ghostly shadow has a rainbow ring that later I read is called “a glory”.

I love that fate or was it destiny had me standing above 6,288 feet with the sun shining brightly, fighting through the mist as I looked down at the cloud bank to see this … what I learned is called a Brocken Spectre.

Wow!

Woah!

Soooooo darn cool!

Moments like those, between chores & to-do lists, are relished and sandwiched as there are copious amounts of items the crew asks you to accomplish.

My routine was simple, I'd awake early so I could enjoy the morning's stillness.  Even when it's blustery there is an aura of quiet that fills the building before guests arrive.  

Each day, I'd start meal prep along with my breakfast.  I'm a planner and believe flavors are heartier when they have an opportunity to meld.

After starting dinner I'd head over to the gift shop to assist in any shape possible which included running the gift shop while the MWOBS staff member took a break.  There were hours filled with streams of people flowing through the shop and Extreme Museum.  That was me asking folks “where are you kids from”, making unique connections as I’m a traveler to your home state, I loved wearing this hat for the week, MWOBS’ friendly face as you came down the staircase into my realm.

Turkey dinner anyone?  
Absolutely!  
There were two dressings made, some call it stuffing, one full of gluten while the other was hand crafted of GF cubed bread infused with onion, celery, seasonings and some savory apple too. Gravy for those who indulged was slowly whisked and of course desert was medium spiced pumpkin pie with homemade whipped cream puurfectly purrfected as Nimbus had joined me in the kitchen earlier & incessantly mewwwed for a sample.

The problem for Nimbus is that he doesn’t get hooman food so a kitty treat had to do instead.


As the whipped cream neared puurfection it reminded me of snow capped peaks I’m certain will be seeing in just a couple of short weeks.

Nimbus & I want to remind you, those who like to recreate in our beloved White Mountain National Forest, the lower elevation & especially the higher elevation to always, 𝑨𝑳𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺, check the MWOBS furcast & to be prepared for the unexpected.

This tail of mine while volunteering for this non-profit wasn't over just yet as we had another day plus to invest ourselves in this unique weather observatory nest.

The night was completely foggy so I decided to get a little rest. 

A week may seem like a long time but it flies past so quickly with everything happening about.  The crew encourages you to also find time to enjoy your stay at the summit and trust me we certainly wedged it in.

One of our last sunsets was unique on its own as the observers came in and shared that there were Virga clouds about so I quickly joined them outside our bunker door to see what the fuss was about.

Not knowing what they were I asked them to explain as I gazed once again upon the northern prezis; that view never gets old!

A Virga, also called a dry storm, is an observable streak or shaft of precipitation that evaporates or sublimates before reaching the ground.

Ohhhh…  I’ve seen this atmospheric happening before but never knew its name.

Some have described its appearance like a jellyfish floating across the sky, trails that hang down like tentacles from a clump or layer of a cloud, waving gently not in the ocean currents but up in the atmosphere.

I thought out loud, Summit Cookies for weather knowledge is a decent fair trade wouldn’t you agree?

I strongly believe that volunteerism is what make the world go round.  

Did you know that YOU can make a difference as well and become a donor to this non-profit or even more better would to become a member. 
Membership is the fuel that powers Mount Washington Observatory.  

In addition to advancing weather & climate science on Mount Washington, you’ll receive member benefits, which are designed to keep you informed about your impact as part of the MWOBS community. 

Here is the link to become a member:

Did you know that you can order your very own Nimbus socks made here in Ashland, New Hampshire?!
Yup, it's a puurfect match.
You should click on this link & get your pair!



Our last morning, I was admittedly a bit sad, walking across the observatory deck, standing on the summit of Mr. 6,288, was one to remember as an impressive undercast hid the rest of the world away under her thick layer of fluffiness.

If you puurhaps squint or just trust me ... there is a hole in that impressive undercast in the shape of a heart!


One of my early morning walk-about as the sun illuminated the sky 

Alone on the summit at sunset 

The submarine door to the outside world 

The final morning as a volunteer, I witnessed an impressive undercast that was hidden by a light cloud that socked in the summit; the ever changing weather observed by this gal.


One morning, before I went outside & climbed the observatory tower, I was visited by the one & only Nimbus the MWOBS summit cat in the kitchen while pouring my cup o’ joe.

Nimbus sat staring up at me with his sleepy kitty eyes so I stopped what I was doing & asked “do you want upsies little buddy”?   We'd been practicing during the week and I think this little guy might actually remember me from last year's week long stay too; I’m going with that theory anyway!

Placing my hands over his soft gray fur I enveloped him into a snuggly tight gentle squeeze as I cradled Nimbus up next to my ear while his intense purring commenced.  Talking to him as I scratched his ears I shared I’d be back next season.

My viewing of this last morning’s sunrise atop of the mountain with the highest wind speed ever recorded & intense weather events was briefly interrupted by fog the wrapped itself around everything, including me, but holding fast I continued my stay patiently waiting for nature’s morning show.

The sky was constantly changing as the day was under way & so was I.  

This gal was giddy with excitement when the winds howl & the undercast met

Eric, standing on a section of the AT near the summit

Standing hand & hand Eric and I enjoyed the windless night under the star filled sky one night while volunteering for MWOBS


All packed up for our return to the base of Mount Washington we drove down the auto road in one of the observatory vans while all of us anxiously awaited seeing what colors popped while we were well above tree line this past week; leaf peeping season was in an early full swing.

It’ll take a bit to acclimate to life again below 6,000 feet for a piece of my heart was left above with the Mount Washington Observatory staff & Nimbus too.

A quiet moment shared with Nimbus late afternoon after the last summit guest had left 


Summit Cookies

Ingredients (double batch - makes roughly 48)

3 cups all-purpose flour
2 tsp. baking soda
2 tsp. ground cinnamon
2 tsp. kosher salt
2 cup (4 sticks) salted butter and make certain it's soft (it's best to prepare this the night before whereas you set it aside in a bowl so it's softness doesn't slather your fingers when you unwrap them)
2 cup packed light or dark brown sugar - your choice you are making these cookies
1 cup granulated sugar
4 tsp. vanilla bean paste or vanilla extract
4 large eggs
5 cups old-fashioned rolled oats 
2 cup golden raisins or craisins or a fun mixture of both
1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips 
1 generous cup shaved coconut 
1 cup nuts ... sometimes you feel like adding them & sometimes we simply don't so you decide if crumbles of walnuts should be added to this Summit Cookie baking fun


Directions

Preheat the oven to 350°F and generously butter or spray four large baking sheets 

In a large bowl you'll whisk together like a snow storm easing into the horizon flour, baking soda, cinnamon and salt. Set this aside we'll need it like one of the 10 essentials you always keep in your pack.

In an even larger bowl, preferably a handy-dandy stand mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, beat together the salted butter, brown sugar, and granulated sugar on medium-high speed until fluffy.  

Next you'll beat in the vanilla, eggs (pre-mix with a fork in a small bowl before adding each. Continue to safely navigate this cookie terrain by scraping the bowl. 

Reduce the speed to low and gradually add flour mixture. It's going to get a bit messy but keep on mixing until combined. 

You can gently fold in the oats, raisins, chips, coconut and if you're so inclined those walnuts by hand or simply go for it and continue to use that mixer like I did.

Now it's the fun part!!

Scoop dough into roughly 1 1/2-tablespoon balls then give them a little smush as you place on your pre-lubed baking sheets.  

You'll want to allow for space because as they bake they'll get bigger. 

Set a timer for 10 minutes to check these Summit Cookies o' goodness.  They may mislead as to their doneness so don't step away.  Crunchy or soft baked is a thin line like terrain you see on a map.

If you don't posses a wire rack let them stay until cooled on the sheets.  When I stored these I added a damp paper towel to keep them soft(er) but a pro-tip shared with me while on the summit was if you place a cookie in the microwave for no more than 10 seconds with a damp towel it'll bring back the softness.  However, I did find that cookie crunchy seemed to be the summit preference.


Here’s what you’ll need to make Kal's Garbage Soup:

But first - if you don’t have these ingredients don’t you fret because this soup never comes out the same way twice.

Grab your crockpot or slow cooker
You'll want to prepare this soup the evening before you want to serve it so that the flavors have a chance to meld together overnight.

1 large onion
Several large carrots sliced or a bag of frozen carrots will do
Several celery stalks cut into larger chunks
Fresh crushed garlic but if that isn't available simply use the spice 
2 large cans of diced tomatoes or you can use those from your garden that you've been wondering what to add them into (I used a mixture of both)
Green beans - you can use fresh, canned or frozen and the volume is entirely up to you
1 can of corn or ample from the freezer will do 
1 can of spinach or an entire bag of frozen 
1 can each of navy beans and cannellini beans
1 large container of vegetable broth 

Spices are yours to play with - what's your flair?
Bay leaves, parsley, oregano, red pepper flakes, tarragon and there's never enough thyme

Optional is a very small pasta like little shells, or ditalini.  Add them directly from the box to the mixture - do not cook ahead of time.  I didn't use pasta because we had guests that were GF so I simply skipped them.

Honestly, I took a look around the MWOBS pantry for ingredients and started adding them knowing that they'd dance nicely together creating a melody of flavor on a blustery cool day Seek the Peak volunteers would hopefully say "more please" as they finished their first bowls of Kal's Garbage Soup I created with love because after all volunteers are what make the world go round.


The next item up on the menu was decided when a bunch of hearty engineers plan to visit the MWOBS operations and request lunch I immediately decided to pull together a variation of a slow-cooked chili my mom used to make.

Chili with Altitude 

Ingredients (add them all to the slow-cooker):
2 lbs. cooked and strained ground beef (you can use stew meat if you'd prefer)
1 large onion copped into large pieces (do NOT cook with beef but add directly into the crockpot or slow-cooker
Ample fresh garlic if on hand or a couple of shakes of the dried spice instead (we aren't chasing vampires later so don't overdue the garlic)
2 tablespoons of chili power 
1 tablespoon oregano 
1 tablespoon cumin
several shakes of white pepper
2 large cans of diced tomatoes (you can use the kind with extra flair with green chilis if you have them on hand and your eaters like some extra heat)
1 small can tomato paste 
Note: use a little water to rinse these cans and add directly into the cooker; yup add it into the mix!
1 large can dark red kidney beans
1 large can light kidney beans

Optional ingredients are:
ample uncooked small-ish cubes of sweet potato 
decent sized chunks of red, yellow or orange peppers (do not use green - the flavor doesn't play well in this gal's opinion).

After all of the tasty ingredients have been added give it a gentle stir then simply cover, set on high for a few hours.  

Once it's cooking set to low and let the flavors do their job and infuse into each other.  You'll find after hours overnight, turned off, set aside on the counter, in the morning, the flavor is as enjoyable as reading the MWOBS higher-summit forecast.

Growing up we served our chili over a bowl of rice so that's what I prepared for this group of summit visitors along with amply shredded cheese.  

When they ate this hearty lunch I wasn't in the kitchen but off doing my other volunteer gig working in the MWOBS gift shop for a few hours but when I arrived back thankfully only a few spoonful's were left for this gal to enjoy and I gotta say it brought back memories of being a kid when we'd come in after a day of playing and this was ready for us to dig into.



Looking down the observatory spiral staircase that is our main egress.

Mount Washington Observatory sits majestically embracing all of the weather extremes that encapsulate the summit of Mt. Washington above 6,000 feet


With this last image taken it was time to say a final goodbye, until next time that is because being a volunteer for this group we'll most certainly seek again.










Thursday, August 28, 2025

It’s all about the Lobstah 🦞 (but not really)

It’s all about the Lobstah 🦞 (but not really)

For me storytelling is a solid relief & release, it gives me an outlet and opportunity to reflect.

With darkness around us, trying to infiltrate our space, I choose to illuminate a peaceful pace.

Silence filled the car as we started the drive wicked early to Lobster Lake deep into Maine’s northern woods.

Our first sunset making Big Spencer Mountain appear as if the leaves are already changing


Thoughts of what’s ahead, the dehydrated food we packed not counting on fish for sustenance but hopeful for a tasty morsel or two.

You don't need to sacrifice flavor when you have Good To-Go meals with you

Over the years we’ve honed our skills in a plethora of arenas; tasks otherwise mundane can be called upon when you’re remote on a lake without … 

… unless you packed it or are resourceful!

Water ~ we’ll start there.

Other than our starter 32 oz Nalgene filled to the brim we’d rely on my ability to safely filter lake water for hydration, that cup o’ joe I’d take our in our canoe as we paddled to a deep fishing hole & of course meal prep.  

For this crucial task I rely upon my Platypus Gravity Fed System (I’d used it successfully while spending 10 days in the Boundary Waters for six people).  As an added safety layer I also chose to incorporated the Potable Aqua PURE Electrolytic Water Purification step; allowing our water to sit for at least 30 minutes prior to consumption & sit within the rays of the powerful sun to eliminate anything that could otherwise make our insides want to come out.

Using my Platypus GravityWorks Water Filter System

As an added level of protection I'd use my Potable Aqua PURE Electrolytic Water Purification 

There are a host of “chores” that must be completed when your home and yup when on the road overlanding & definitely camping.  

Divvied up they are much more agreeable hence a quicker completion so that we could both sit back & watch the waves lazily crash into the shore while clouds nonexistent hours before start to billow knowing that by the time darkness pushes in it’ll take over,  they’ll be kicked overboard allowing for the most dramatic Milky Way viewing we’d witnessed since we spent that extremely hot night in Death Valley the summer of 2011 with our son and nephew.

Our experiences shape who we are, they give texture to our character.  The key is to not allow them to overtake or consume you until your soul is left dark, empty & raw.

Living here for four days, we could’ve stayed longer, life was slower and simpler.

You access Lobster Lake via what is called Lobster Stream (it's more like a pleasant easy going river)


While paddling toward Lobster Lake our pace was easy.  We weren't in any particular hurry to arrive at a site but hopeful for a decent one that had ample shade and sun.  Scanning the riverbank with each stroke my eyes peeled for critter paths or anything interesting not of humanmade.  I saw what I called "not a Great Blue" as a bird took off quickly from tall grasses flying away from our location.  About 100 yards up ahead I saw what I thought was a dried up old stick but as my eyes and brain focused in I explained "that's a Bittern!!"  

The American Bittern - a wading bird in the heron family that is best known for the unique, loud, guttural call made by the male, which has resulted in it being given several nicknames, including ‘water belcher’, ‘thunder pumper’, and ‘mire-drum’.  These are well-camouflaged, solitary birds that stand motionless amongst tall marsh vegetation or patiently stalk their prey.

Needless to say, I was thrilled to have not only seen one but to also get a picture as it hid stealthily!!


These days I don’t live by the alarm clock but I absolutely dislike missing those moments when the light breaks free from night’s tight hold.

It’s become a rhythm, a routine of mine & the local red squirrel must have gotten that memo too because Oy Vey this incessant critter alerted me each morning that it was time to get the frick up.

The local alarm clock aka Red Squirrel 

By the third morning I’d completed my scientific data experiment … I let that critter scream and scream and scream, quite literally, as it sat directly outside my Big Agnes tent.

It seemed as though we’d bonded and it wanted was company, for me to exit my hideaway and join the awakening day.  As soon as I reentered the sandy campsite the screaming would stop & its shenanigans began.  Together, we watched the sun force its way higher into the sky.

First sunrise

Maybe these types of adventures have no real appeal to you but they’ve become a lifestyle choice for me as I relish in the simpler things like watching a little red squirrel knock down pine cones then scamper gleefully as they were collected; a bountiful harvest.

This is where my soul is the happiest as I experience nature in different shapes & forms.

Now that I’ve successfully lured you in I need to reel in my story & get to how this camping / fishing trip went.

After our arrival, a six hour drive, we still had a 3+ mile canoe trip out to a potential camping spots. 

First views of Lobster Lake with Katahdin, Big Spencer and Lobster Mountains 

Our vessel was an old Radison canoe that we’d recently picked up from someone who no longer wanted it.  We invested hours refurbishing, cleaning & giving her a bit of TLC she desperately needed.  She may be a bit ugly but we found her to be steady, light & mighty.

Setting out the winds were a breeze as we navigated the waterway, GPS coordinates as my guide to a hopeful site.

I knew by studying the map where we were and the first views of the lake didn’t disappoint.

Katahdin 

 “That’s Katahdin” in the distance I exclaimed wondering which Appalachian Trail (AT) thru-hikers were finishing their quest atop of her iconic summit waaay in the distance ahead of us.

The shoreline was diverse.  Sandy beaches littered amply while rocky cliffs, boulder type uninviting sections banned you from egress.  

The camp site we scored was on point; Ogden Point that is … “land ho”!

Our campsite is within a few paddles reach 

My chore was to set up our kitchen area & tent while Eric forged for firewood.  At our check in station we were informed that the ban was lifted that morning!

Note: You must check in & out at a gated station when you’re exploring within this area of North Maine Woods.

AND: The lake has only a few sites & they are NOT reservable; first come, first to set up your tent & claim your site.  It is kind of exciting as you paddle hopeful and reminiscent of our time in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area (BWAC) as we passed site after site after site that were taken only to finally score an epic site up on a cliff overlooking Ensign Lake.

Ironically, in the BWCA we’d almost given up hope as a group on the shoreline waved at us.  I waved back sadly as there were only a couple of GPS coordinates left as options.  Their waving became for vigorous & changed shape.  It was more like no we aren’t simply saying “hey” but rather come this way.

As we approached they’d said they only stopped for lunch & the site was vacant and we should take it!  

Whoooooo hooooo!  A great site it was too!

First sunset

I'd find several heart shaped rocks around the shoreline

Fast forward, skipping the fishing & sunrises other guts of my story for the “pay it forward moment”.  We were almost paces up as four fully loaded canoes headed towards our beautiful site.

I had to laugh because as I waved to them, in a gesture I thought was welcoming, all I got back was a wave and that sad face I must have made when I was in their exact situation.

Finally, one of the canoes got close enough to hear my upbeat offer “we’re packing up, come ashore, this site can be yours!”

That upside down frown flipped oh so quick as all four canoes landed on the sandy shore.  

I was informed it was a bachelor party trip that made my heart melt faster than a warm sun; father of the to-be groom was in the canoe with his son.  They quickly dove into the clear water for a swim giving us space to finish our packing.  Just like that we’d shoved off in what we believed to be nearly 10-12 MPH directly in your face winds that created waves we’d rather not paddle but our stay was at an end.

Funny that those days prior it was pretty still but hey it’s all part of the adventure.

Each morning, you read about the red squirrel, I’d make coffee as the sun did its thing.

Those who sleep though sunrises ... you are missing a glorious portion of the day!

I’d then nudge Eric “time to go fishing”.  We’d gather our gear & snacks then head to a deep hole.  

We’d spend hours upon hours jigging in nearly 80’ of water.

Jiggin' (ya' gotta put in the time if you're going to catch any fish but in this case we only caught a good time)

They call it fishing not catching is the silly cliche. 

Not even a bump so we headed for shallower waters to see if we could find some tasty White Perch.  

We catch Yellow Perch all the time so these fillets were something new our culinary skills were interested in finding.

Still … nothing.

It’s a BIG lake this Lobstah with a little claw & big.  Oodles of water and places to hide.

Speaking of hiding.  We’d taken a few breaks from hours in the canoe to stretch our legs on shorelines that allowed.  At one of those stops I eye-spied a fish tale sticking out from under a rock. Pointing it out to Eric he said it was a Hornpout aka Bull-head butt I was seeing.  Knowing they’ve got barbs he snuck up on it gently & ever so quietly hoping to pinch its tail & snag but the fish was much quicker than he.

Hide & Seek with a Hornpout 

As we paddled the shoreline of Big Island we saw a relic, a Boom Chain.  They were used to attach the ends of logs together to make a log boom. Log booms were popular in the early years of Maine logging when logs were floated to sawmills. The boom contained the logs to prevent them from floating away. This chain is about 6 feet (2 meters) long.

Back in the canoe we’d had enough … time for lunch so we paddled back to our site.

She may be a bit weathered but she's still mighty

After lunch we decided to hike up Lobster Mountain.  It’s a decently traveled trail by both humans & moose (I know because I saw lots of poop) that leads you to a pretty sweet view of the lake with a side trail that provides a view of the most northern portion of Moosehead Lake.

Parts of the trail are super chill while other sections are a bit more challenging and the elevation gain for such a short trail is decent but the sweeping view at the top makes it worth it!

From here you can see our campsite on the point and Lobster Stream

Back at our site we set to fixing the fire so that when we came back from our evening jig only a quick flick & a toasty small controlled campfire we’d soon be seated around.

The late afternoon jigging was again a bust, staying until nearly dusk.

Tomorrow, we’d set out again but for another area on this lake, there had to be fish!

We were both hungry so I quickly boiled some purified Lobster Lake water for our Good To-Go dehydrated meals.

The sky was dark with the absence of manmade lights. 

Loved the glow the sunset cast over our campsite

I’ve only seen dark star filled skies like this a few times before:

Death Valley, California
Northern Cascades, Washington
Boundary Waters Canoe Area, Minnesota
Colorado River Raft Trip, Arizona 
Lobster Lake, Maine

It helped that the moon was in alignment with this trip as well, a waning crescent to almost new moon added to the almost rainbow feel to the Milky Way arch visible across the sky.  The only thing missing was an appearance by lady aurora but I guess a gal can’t have everything.

BIG Dipper or Ursa Major or the Great KallyBear

A new day, new deep spot for jigging, same ol’ story. 

Not even a bump.

We decided to get closer to shore and cast into the weeds & tall grasses that are not plentiful unlike the feisty Fallfish we kept catching.

Fallfish -  often encountered when fishing for more desirable species and they sure have some fight!

This one I’d hooked into was intense with vigor as I reeled it closer to the canoe.  Alas it wasn’t what I’d initially thought but that elusive White Perch “get it in the canoe!”

The game was afoot… “where did you cast?” I shared the location, always referring to the clock, so we could both perhaps hook into what we’d been seeking.

Cast

Reel

White Perch

Cast

Reel

White Perch

Cast

Reel

Nothing

Cast

Reel

Nothing

Cast

Reel

Nothing

…. a schooling fish they seemed to have moved out of the area

Using my HawkEye little bobber I located a drop-off that held fish so Eric started to jig in 10-12’ of water and was able to bring up two more White Perch.

We stayed in that general location for a long while only reeling in a few then our internal dinner bell as ringing so we noted the location wanting to come back in the morning.

Back at our campsite we lite the fire and settled in for another scrumdelicious Good To-Go meal with ample amount of flavor & zest that would fuel our bodies in absence of catching any noteworthy fish for sustenance.

AdventurewithKal sitting still, a scene rarely seen, sitting & contemplating "where the heck those Lake Trout are hiding and why they aren't biting?!" while my Good To-Go meal rehydrating

When we are up at the ol’ crack of dawn it’s complex to stay awake after paddling, jigging, scamper up a mountain, more jigging & paddling but the sky was taunting us with an allure we didn’t want to miss.

After gazing upwards into the vast universe for a spell we called it & snuggled in for the night.  The air was crisp and perfect for tent sleeping.  The fly was left open to allow for the nonexistent breeze but more importantly our tent faced the direction of the morning sun.

As the rays beamed brightly into the opening my little red squirrel friend started his “get your booty out of the tent” relentless calls.  In my mind I giggled as I inch-wormed from my beautiful emerald green Enlightened Equipment quilt.

Sunrise the start of day three

The sky was ever changing with interesting clouds sneaking between Big Spencer & Lobster Mountain 

You can see the point of our campsite & the stillness of the midday that was upon us as we paddled back across waveless waters

Our preferred spot to sit back on shore

Each day was different but kinda sorta the same as we camped at the point.  

You’re excited for what’s ahead knowing those things that are certain with moments that you recall similarities of adventures of fishing, overlanding, river trips, camping & shared experiences in our past.

Our final sunset was upon us as we stayed late on the water hoping for that evening bite

My mind plays with these memories as I replay meals crafted, paddling, sand that takes over, careful sanitary practices, leaving no trace of our presence but as I like to say that smile across our faces.

Our trip was winding down, our final morning we were in no hurry as a check-out time simply did not exist so we headed back into the depths for another chance at catching a Lake Trout or some other fish.

One more attempt had us up early as whisps of fog swirled as we paddled, rounding the northern edge of the Big Island we encountered an interesting bank of fog that was holding tight in the Big Claw of Lobstah Lake ... in we go!

Skunked is what we called it when you aren’t in favor of the fishing … errr rather … catching vibes.

We’d read once that Lakers eat once every three days, folklore or urban legend we don’t know but after 3 1/2 unsuccessful days & six different attempts we reluctantly called it what it was “we got skunked”.

Back at our campsite we started the task of packing up after sharing our last meal & a beverage along the beautiful shoreline we called home for a few days. 

That group I mentioned earlier in my story appeared as our final dry bags were being rolled & clipped closed.  

The handoff complete to the group awaiting our site we shoved off in our trust Radison canoe back in the direction for which we came.

Winds weren’t cranky but they certainly weren’t friendly as decent sized waves splashed a bit as the warmth of the sun quickly dried drops that made it into the canoe.

Back into the river, they call a creek, we had a lot less wind but she let it known she wasn’t done with us just yet a couple of times gusting against our faces.

For giggles I kept a line out with a smaller lure that dove around 4-6’ to see what might be interested in my bait.

We were less than a mile from the launch when *BLAM* a decent strike bent my pole.  I’d had it wedged securely but quickly dropped my paddle trading it for the reel I turned & turned to ultimately reveal a nice sized White Fish that we quickly put into our cooler.

The decision was easy … stop paddling & cast in that direction.  
We actually chose to retrace our path turning the canoe about face as we drifted over that space.

Success!!

Another White Perch & then another!

We turned the canoe & I trolled as Eric slowly paddled over that area where the water held fish in her keep.

Yup, there’s another.

We did this trick about a dozen times before we finally called it for the simple reason … my fishing license just expired!

2PM on the day of our arrival & 2PM on the day of departure.

Whoot - Whoot White Perch!!

Eric's goal was to find these tasty White Perch on Lobster Lake & on day three we finally were successful!

With now nine fish we were happy to have somewhat redeemed ourselves in that final hour.

The paddle to the launch completed our trip but not entirely.

With our gear stowed & canoe strapped we were reviewing the map, a choice needed to be made having heard what was shared by the check-point station lady in charge … “ya’ don’t want to go back the way you came!”

All loaded and ready for the return trip 

Reviewing our map, contemplating what the check-point station attendant shared; to go back the way we came or to complete the full loop there was a tap on the window, a young kid stood there looking at us.  

He was in the need of assistance, his boat motor conked out.  His family owns a camp up the river as they were headed out for some fishing but fate had other plans.  About three miles as the crow flies up the river but a much longer road walk would've ensued.  As luck had it, we gave him a ride back so he’d not have to walk; there’s no one around to help you but yourself is what we’d been told as we checked in days prior.

Our finale, fishing fun, kinda sorta delayed our river departure to have destiny met us up with a very thankful family in need.

Think of it… if we’d have not stayed to fish that extra bit, going back over the spot that released fish to us, they would have had to walk all the way back for help.  I suppose it wouldn’t have been the worst, it was a nice afternoon, but a ride is much more better.  All we asked as we said goodbye is that he pay it forward!

Our new friend and his father confirmed, "go that way, not the way you came, it’s a much smoother ride on these remote dirt roads".   

Advise taken, we were pleased with their guidance as we neared the unattended gated station that requires you to use their call box and check-out with an agent.  Just like that, remotely opened, she opened the gate and we were out.

We ended up passing through Rangeley, Maine just as the sunset squarely within familiar moose region.

With headlights on high beam we took it slow keeping our eyes peeled for those big critters wicked hard to be seen.

Thankfully, none were on the roadway nor the shoulders as we passed through their habitat cut by pavement taking us home.

My favorite find

IYKYK

Open you heart and it'll find you!

My collection over our trip I left on the point for the next group to enjoy

In the end, our fishing trip wasn't what we'd call a slammer but the experience of a new destination, dark skies on a beautiful lake and sweet campsite was truly wonderful

I hope you've enjoyed this AdventurewithKal as much as we did while exploring a new destination, Lobster Lake in the North Maine Woods.

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