I spent the weekend in Brownfield, Maine at my camp. My old camper is parked at Shannon’s Saco River Sanctuary, just uphill from the Saco River. My Nanna must be rolling in her grave since she always reminded us of an Indian curse. Since I’m part Passamaquoddy, my friends and I braved a tube run. We got dropped off on a beach and floated lazily back to my camp area. There’s really no better way to spend part of a summer afternoon. I’ll have to get a waterproof camera for the next float to share the in-land beauty of Maine.
Before all the colonist arrived here, Maine was populated with Wabanaki people. There are four distinct tribes now, Passamaquoddy, Penobscot, Mi’kmaq, and Maliseet. Legend has it that an Indian Chief’s family was thrown in the river by English explorers. He mourned the loss of his wife and children and set a curse that three “pale faces” would die each year. “…For there is said to be an Indian curse upon the Saco, whereby, with every great sun, the child of a paleface shall be drawn into its cruel depths”, was written in Kate Douglas Wigin’s Rose O’ the River in 1905 (The Vintage Reader). Thankfully, I’m only partly-pale faced so I’ve been spared. Maybe next year, Squanto!
If you’re in the area, several places offer tube rentals as well as kayaks and canoes. What better way to spend a summer afternoon than kicking back, drinking beers, and laughing with friends. Probably why they say Maine is “the way life should be”.
P.s. you might as well take a drive up to North Conway if you’re going to be in the area. Why? White Mountain Cupcakery. MMmmm…