We have been putting in 12 hour days during our time with Jane and Roy and consequently, I have had little time for anything else. Please excuse any misspellings and grammatical errors. For the next several days, things should be lower key. In my post yesterday, I left out our shopping expedition that afternoon. Greenville is not a tourist town but has several nice shops and a topnotch outfitter since it is a launching spot for the great northern woods. Look at a map of Maine and you will see that the roads stop in Greenville and the wilderness starts.
The shopkeepers are friendly and chatty and the woman running the yarn shop is from Stone Mountain. Her mother still lives there. And to my knitting friends, I got some killer yarn and a nice book I will show you when I return. At the shop next door we saw several photos of a DC3 which is at the local airport. We called the guys who were at the outfitters to share this info. We were to meet them at the campsite but when we returned they were still at the airport. This plane was one of two outfitted with pontoons but they are being refurbed and it it on wheels at the moment.
Yesterday was Roy's day of memories. He comes here each winter to cross country ski and wanted to visit one of the camps to see what it looks like without snow. On the way, we visited the site of a B-52 crash a waiter told us about. We went 7 miles down a gravel road and found that there w
ere several carloads of people already there. We were surprised at the popularity and how much stuff is still there after almost 50 years. We got so much misinformation from locals it was laughable, but the real scoop (Wikipedia) is that it lost its vertical stabilizer in turbulance and low altitude and crashed in January of 1963. Three crewmembers ejected, two lived. 7 died and this site is a memorial to those people, paper companies who own it have forbid harvesting the area and a snowmobile group maintains it. Roy enjoyed Gene telling him what the various parts were. It was really scattered over a wide area.
ere several carloads of people already there. We were surprised at the popularity and how much stuff is still there after almost 50 years. We got so much misinformation from locals it was laughable, but the real scoop (Wikipedia) is that it lost its vertical stabilizer in turbulance and low altitude and crashed in January of 1963. Three crewmembers ejected, two lived. 7 died and this site is a memorial to those people, paper companies who own it have forbid harvesting the area and a snowmobile group maintains it. Roy enjoyed Gene telling him what the various parts were. It was really scattered over a wide area. We then headed on to the camp by way of Kokajo, population: not many. Again, the pavement just ended and down gravel roads we went. Each year Roy and friends are driven to this camp, then cross country ski to two more and then back to their autos for a four day adventure. The camp is a logging camp from the 1800s owned by the 
Appalachian Mountain Club. A couple lives there and run it year round. The building pictured is where they live as well as the dining hall. There are several rustic cabins, real rustic. There is no electricity except by generator, and no running water. Toilets are outdoors. I asked Roy why there were refrigerators on the porches if there was no power. He said to keep your food from freezing in the winter. It is on a beautiful lake and you can see remnants of the sluice where the logs were released to float down to Moosehead lake.
Appalachian Mountain Club. A couple lives there and run it year round. The building pictured is where they live as well as the dining hall. There are several rustic cabins, real rustic. There is no electricity except by generator, and no running water. Toilets are outdoors. I asked Roy why there were refrigerators on the porches if there was no power. He said to keep your food from freezing in the winter. It is on a beautiful lake and you can see remnants of the sluice where the logs were released to float down to Moosehead lake.We are leaving here today, moving further south and west.
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