17-Jun-2001 -- Me and Nancy (who I was visiting from Michigan for the weekend and has the most charming Maine accent) decided about 4 pm Sunday June 17 to go bag a confluence. So after finding a likely suspect on the confluence website, we headed out in her car to the spot some 50 miles away. We found a good logging road heading toward the area and followed it about 8 miles north with only one backtrack till it dead ended at a campsite about half a mile from the confluence. This is some SOLID wilderness. Snowshoe hares were hopping off the road the whole way. We hoofed it thru clouds of skeeters and a good bit of mud down a faint track till we hit the confluence on the edge of a lake. Nancy was eager to get going after I pointed out the moose tracks we were standing on. I thought moose were harmless, but as she is the Maine expert, I took the pictures and we escaped the mosquitos and lurking mooses and found our way back to the highway before it got too dark.

Coordinator's Note: Classified as incomplete after review and comparison with later visit.