Obligatory Flash’s Feetz Photo…
I was lucky enough to be able to go up to Flagstaff Lake early and get out across to the site on Thursday afternoon, so I got to enjoy some “quiet” time before the rest of the crowd arrived on Friday. This photo was taken up by the fire pit out on the cliff and much closer to the water… we didn’t use that one last year because of the heavy winds. This year it was the perfect site.
I was able to set up in a nice spot… back from the edge, but with a great view.
and then got my little “day-hanger” set up out closer to the lake for chillin’out with a view.
We ended up with an even dozen folks coming out this year. It was split quite evenly between the gang who came last year and the new-to-the-lake guys. Of course, people hung in the usual wide variety of hammocks. I can’t tell you what each one is right off, but we had Dutchware Chameleons, a couple of Warbonnets, some ones from Papa Smurf at Dream Hammocks, and probably a couple that I didn’t catch.
One of the greatest parts of a group hang is that you can see and try out all of the rigs that other people have brought long. It is the easiest way to keep from having any kind of buyers regret.
Primo though were the two DIY jobbies from our lady “FizzBee”. She was rockin’ a purple top quilt in the Dragon Scales fabric from Ripstop By the Roll and a mosquito net made from a mesh with gold lamé llamas on it… and her hammock had built-in edge lighting LEDs!
Also worth mention is that the two dogs along were each housed in their own “puppy tents”.
Our flotilla consisted of my two Wilderness Experience PUNGOs [the green ones], three sea-kayaks, my old aluminum Grumman canoe, and another much nicer canoe with wooden thwarts and woven seats.
Despite this, we again faced the problem of those “boatless refugees” who needed to get across at widely different, and needless to say, inconvenient times [up to 10pm and well into most of our crowd’s Caipirinha hour].
In this however, we got really lucky. Our new friend Brenden had a power boat, and made a couple of mercy runs across and back between beers to fetch in the late-comers.
He actually cleared out of the site up on top to make room for us to use the tree-pairs up there.
This is his wonderful family and friends who made us so welcome… Brenden being the one in the plaid with the big grin!
THANKS, big guy!
It’s hard not to enjoy a setting like this… some folks went for a paddle up the lake, some folks broke out their Kindles for a read, and listened to the loon calls.
This group are all pretty experienced campers, and we all keep a pretty clean site, but I have never seen anyone successfully keep up with the chow table!
That’s what happens when you like to cook and to eat as much as we do.
Pancakes, bacon and ham, steak tips, potato/zucc/asparagus/sausage foil paks on the coals, smoked salmon and crackers, MREs [mine, of course], a wide selection of freeze-driedz, and much, much more crossed the table and into our mouths.
We had incredibly great weather with highs pushing 80° and lows in the 50°s… nearly perfect hammocking weather. Bright sunlight, nice sunsets over the lake and the distant mountains, a crescent moon, great star-viewing nights, kingfishers, loon song, the honk of the Canadian geese, and an eagle sighting. The only real sad part was that on Sunday it was headed for 90° and would’ve been the first “sunburn day” in Maine this year… and we were packing to get off and away.
We’ll be going back again next year fer sure….