On Thursday, August 25, 2011, I drove up to Saiquoit, a rural town near Utica,
to visit Juliette Séguin Lévesque and her daughter Jeannine and her husband James and their children. Juliette is a friend of our family and one of my mother’s closest friends, if not her closest. She is also an outstanding artist (see link). She was gave me private art lessons when I was growing up. She is a remarkable and godly person.
On the next day, Friday, the 26th of August, I drove up to Mason Lake north of the town of Speculator in the Adirondacks and took the logging road to the parking lot at the Pillsbury Mountain Trailhead. I carried my backpack and canoe three miles to Pillsbury Lake and paddled its length to the outlet that spilled into the upper reach of Whitney Creek.
I had time so I followed an unmarked and overgrown trail that was supposed to cut over to Pillsbury Bay on Cedar Lakes.
I came to where it crossed Whitney Creek, about three-quarters of the way through. At this point, the creek was a long and muddy bog that cut a path through the forest. There was some water in it, but not enough to berth a canoe. Crossing this morass, I ran into boulders and a tangle of blown down trees. Searching to the right and left of this, and behind it (as much as I was able), I could not find any signs of where the path might continue. I searched for two hours and turned around. I had enough “bushwhacking” with the canoe. That night I pitched my tarp and slept on the bank of Pillsbury Lake. (I ate dinner in the dark.)
I drove to the town of Piseco and stayed at the Irondequoit Inn (see link). The room the Innkeepers, Pamela and Loren, offered me was the last one they had available. I was grateful. Hurricane Irene came, we think, about two o’clock in the morning.
A gallery and description of the whole trip and be found on facebook by clicking here.