We had a hard time finding his camp because there truly didn’t seem to be any sign of life/civilization. But we finally stumbled upon an island with multiple primitive “camps” (probably better known to most as shacks because of their lack of running water and electricity). And low and behold, the gentleman was there to greet us. Turns out, the island has been in his family for almost 100 years. It’s the only private land in the whole state park and the state couldn’t pay him enough to give it up! I don’t blame him! I’m waiting for my family to inform me we own a random island in the middle of nowhere …
On our way back to the car, J spotted a moose. It only took me 10 minutes to see it myself. “Right by the tree babe. Right there.” Cause there aren’t a million trees in front of us. But once I got her in view, she was grand. We kayaked within 75 feet of it, keeping a safe distance. J was sure to go over the safety precautions in case it did charge at us, which made me move a few feet back. My first moose spotting in the Northeast and it was definitely unforgettable.