There are twists and turns on this river that aren't on any map.
We're just a group of "Joey's" heading down the river. Saco Ten
started with a spash, as I fell off the loading dock right into the river before the canoes were
even loaded. From there the crew took a new route on the river to Hiram, Maine. Along the way
we shot Roman candles at each other (no so smart), tried to out paddle a thunderstorm (to no avail)
and had a run-in with Dave, one of Maine's largest landowners. Apparently he owned all three sides
of river (yes, I said three) and we camped on his private
beach. After some jawing at us, he went back to drinking his
beer and smoking pot but let us stay. Since we were so thankful we left a special gift behind.
Good Times!
