BANGOR DAILY NEWS • July 4, 2021
I tied a Grey Ghost streamer to the leader of my fly rod and counted out the turns of the line in my head until I got to six, then secured the knot. Fog hung over the mirrored lake. Mixed conifers lined the shore and their tannins stained the pond the color of tea. I felt the energy of the water, just inches beneath me, as Travis paddled our canoe along the shore of Kidney Pond. The sun’s rays lit up Katahdin, looming on the horizon. No one else at the campground was awake yet; the pond was ours. ~ Christi Holmes