Frost Pond Camps: Letters from Guests

From time to time I will post letters from guests who have enjoyed staying with us here at Frost Pond Camps. If you have stayed with us, and would like to have a letter on this page just send it to me in and email and I will put it on for others to enjoy.

Well, I've been back at work for 2 weeks now and not a day goes by that I don't think about being on Frost Pond. Every night the Big Dipper was crystal clear and right in front of my site. Its amazing how well you can see all the stars over the pond. Living in southern New England, I don't get to see what the stars really look like with all the light pollution we receive in most areas. While I was enjoying my campfire, I also enjoyed the company of loons wailing and coyotes cooing every night. That really made for many relaxing nights. The fishing was great as usual. Lots of colorful wild Brookies with a few reaching the 14 to 16 inch size. Whether I fished Frost Pond, the Penobscot, or some of the smaller ponds in the area, I never had an unproductive day of fishing. Honestly, even if I did, it wouldn't have mattered with all the beautiful scenery. Salmon fishing was great too, but I'm really in search of Brookies, the salmon are just an added bonus. To me, there's nothing more enjoyable than catching wild Brookies on a fly rod. I ended up with a pretty nice photo of a bald eagle flying above the pond while I was cooking breakfast one morning. (I attached photo, let me know if you don't get it) In my mind, it doesn't get much better than that. I was able to see a lot of birds of prey this trip. The sunsets were extremely colorful and the smell of balsam/pine in the air was refreshing. The site was nice and clean and I really like having the shelter over the table. Its so quiet and such a beautiful remote wilderness location, its getting tougher to leave each year. If I had more vacation time, you'd see me more often! Thanks again for another great summer and fall vacation. Next years trips' can't come soon enough. Nor can the hummingbird sized green drake hatch on the pond! Boy I love fishing and camping up there. Have a good winter. Keith

The 5:30 a.m. walk I take each day, although relatively quiet, does not
begin to compare with the peace and quiet of your lovely camp. I wanted
to thank you again for the privilege of spending time at your camp. I
truly miss the simplicity of sitting on the porch of the Dragonfly
cabin, listening to ONLY wind, water lapping, and the loons.
Nice that you have that every day.
Thanks again for being there. Maybe I can do that again.

July 2007                        Frost Pond Recollections
   My wife and I have not camped much in recent years. We stopped when our children became too old and wise in their ways to find the same pleasure in it. But this summer we vowed we would try and rekindle some of the magic we found in those outings from twenty years ago. Suffice it to say that we rediscovered much of that joy at Frost Pond.
   My wife and I have very opposite opinions about a vacation. She wants action and constant adventure; I want a good book and a chance to fish a bit. Neither of us, however, feels it is a vacation if our cell phones are ringing or that we will miss much without a television.
   You promise a simple camp style, and you deliver. Our tent site had a gravel base, level and well-drained. The fire pit at the campsite was adequate and fifteen feet from the shore of the pond. The pit toilets were just that, but they were clean and free of odor. A source of good water was nearby. The other tent sites were well separated. The hot showers were hot. No, there’s not much grass in Maine, you don’t have a pool and I didn’t see a volleyball court. We got what we wanted.
   My wife had kayaking instruction one day from New England Outdoor Center. Top-notch instruction, a true concern for the client, wonderful white water. And we declined the rafting experience which sounded particularly good; Class 2,3,4 water in the morning; a barbecue lunch, and class 5 in the afternoon. Thanks for the recommendation.
    On another day I drove her deep into the woods so that she could hike Big Spencer Mountain, another of your recommendations. A strenuous hike with three or four ladders on the ascent. She could have opted for Baxter Park, but this was a good choice and an adventuresome ride to the trailhead. I confess that I was exhausted from four hours in my folding chair reading the novel I had waited too long to enjoy.
    We didn’t know that the North Star would appear each night just after nine o’clock, and then shortly afterwards as we sat by the fire, that the rest of the sky would fill with more stars than I have seen in years. On one night I counted every constellation that I could remember. And the loons, the single pair that claims the pond calling to each other, diving and reappearing, paddling in close companionship.
    Yes, I got to fish. You joined me all three nights that I made my way to dock. That first night was magical. The water flat, every cast producing a fish on every kind of bait. My reputation in my family is that I never catch anything, and in recent years, I have fished rarely. But that night as we both hooked one fish after another, I was grateful that I had a witness to the fourteen-inch native brook trout that I caught. And I was pleased that you took the time to fish with me; always better when you have someone to swap stories with.
    Was the trip a success? Yes. Was there plenty to do? Yes. Did we feel that we were confined to a remote place? No. Would we come again? Most definitely.
   Thanks for a satisfying and rewarding vacation. We both got what we wanted.
Peter & Patty from NH

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