“Do loons ever sleep?” I asked.
“Good question,” Andy Lynn replied.
He and I had just emerged from our tents before dawn at a campsite overlooking western Maine’s Mooselookmeguntic Lake, where the bi.
A blustery north wind kicked up whitecaps on Maine’s Mooselookmeguntic Lake the other morning, buffeting the kayaks that Andy Lynn and I paddled toward Students Island.
“I thought the forecast called .