Paddling the Maine Island Trail
Yankee Plus Dec 2015
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My plan on the first day of August 1989 was to paddle a fiberglass kayak some 325 miles northeastward along the Maine coast to Machias, camping on islands along the way, living a sort of Robinson Crusoe existence for a month.
The problem: Prior to that moment, I’d never actually paddled a loaded kayak, never paddled through breaking surf, never paddled in fog.
Some of the biggest adventures are born of small ideas. The small idea behind this journey–to live really cheaply for a month–involved more of a push than a pull. The agreement with my landlord was that I’d relinquish the house on Peaks Island for all of August. I was reasonably young, had little money and fewer obligations, and I’d heard about the recently created Maine Island Trail, a network of three dozen or so islands no more than a day’s paddle apart, where anyone could camp for free. Why not paddle the whole thing?
So I bought a used kayak and paddled around Peaks twice to gain expertise; then a friend taught me to identify edible island plants. Most of them, as I recall, tasted like iodine. Immediately afterward, I bought a boatload, quite literally, of pasta. Over the course of the next month I discovered that rotini boiled in seawater with freshly gathered mussels and tossed with a little wild mustard and a lot of black pepper was actually pretty good.
My route to the first night’s campsite was neither the most efficient nor the most direct. At least, I don’t believe it was; I’m not sure exactly how I got there. But I landed some hours later on a foggy gravel beach at an island a few miles offshore, then immediately dug out a book I’d recently bought (and hadn’t read) on kayak navigation. I began what would be the first of many hands-on lessons that month.
The fledgling Maine Island Trail itself, as it happened, was also born of a simple idea that quickly grew more sophisticated. In 1987, the nonprofit Island Institute undertook a survey of Maine’s state-owned islands with an eye toward their potential for recreation. There were about 1,300 of them in all–many just uninteresting bits of surf-washed ledge. “But in the course of the survey we came across 30-odd that had tremendous recreational potential,” recalls Dave Getchell Sr., then an editor with the institute’s Island Journal. “And it occurred to me that if we set up a water trail instead of a land trail, people could cruise along the coast and have a place to stay at night.”
Getchell wrote an article outlining the idea of a water trail. He was soon awash in enthusiastic responses. The following year the Maine Island Trail Association was established as a program of the Island Institute.
The trail would be open to both paddlers and motorboaters–anyone adept at pulling up on a rocky shore or mooring in tricky conditions. The idea was embraced not only by these recreational boaters–all of whom seemed to have an inordinate love of islands–but also, perhaps surprisingly, by individuals who owned private islands. Many were happy to open their properties to camping, in exchange for which they’d get free stewardship services; volunteers would keep an eye on the islands through the summer, clean up trash, and keep pathways clear.
So a handful of private islands were added to the public islands in the network. The first guidebook–a few dozen photocopied pages stuck in a looseleaf notebook–served as both passport and guide and was mailed to the first round of members. I still have my well-used copy.
My month-long journey involved not only honing camping and kayaking skills but getting an advanced education about the Maine coast as well. Among my first lessons: The Maine coast wasn’t the wilderness I’d thought it was. No matter how remote an island, come dawn I’d be awakened by the throaty growl of a lobster boat hauling traps, sometimes just a few dozen yards from my tent. Also, I learned that lobstermen like country music, played loud–in particular, Ricky Skaggs. Some mornings, awakening from a deep sleep, I was convinced I’d accidentally pitched my tent at a Midwestern truck stop. I grew to like the social aspect of the trip. The lobstermen were cordial if not garrulous, happy to exchange waves as I sipped my morning tea on a rock. (I learned later that they privately refer to kayaks as “speed bumps.”) What’s more, I was rarely more than a couple of hours from a lively harbor, and so every few days I’d veer landward for a lobster roll and a cold beer, then fill up a slew of empty quart bottles with fresh water. (Only one island on the trail had drinkable water.) Then after lunch, I’d set off back out into the archipelago as the lowering sun turned the world around me into a vast Eric Hopkins painting.
Afternoons on the islands were my favorite times; most of the working boats had returned to their home harbors, and peace and quiet had settled offshore. Often a woolly cloak of gray fog would roll in, making an island two miles out feel instantly like 200 miles away. Evenings were monkish and solitary. Sea kayaking was still pretty much in its infancy two decades ago–during the entire month of August, I crossed paths with only three other kayakers–and I spent many nights engaged in a favorite pastime: lying in the grass, looking at the stars, and thinking how stupid people were not to all be camping on Maine’s islands.
Well, it turned out people weren’t all that stupid. Many did start to come out to the islands in subsequent years, and in droves, causing some worries and aggravation. Sea kayaking took off as a sport nationally in the early 1990s, and suddenly every third car on the Maine Turnpike looked like a mobile missile launcher. The Maine Island Trail Association–which had become an independent nonprofit after a split from the Island Institute–took the brunt of the blame, with some lovers of the coast blaming the group for promoting the islands and encouraging overuse.
“Over time there’s been a lot of hand wringing, in part because people thought there was a correlation” between the national surge in sea kayaking and MITA’s founding, says Doug Welch, MITA’s current executive director. He notes that island overuse is a legitimate concern, but adds that the group’s goal has always been to get ahead of the curve, not only by channeling visitors to islands that could best handle recreational traffic, but also by instilling a strong conservation ethic among visitors.
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