We already had plenty when I showed up, enabling Dad and me to paddle down out backyard Kenduskeag stream looking for ducks, just like we did so many times when I was a kid. Then Sandy happened. We were very fortunate in New England to escape the ocean’s wrath, ending up only with swollen rivers, ripe for kayaking. With actual people. I never thought I’d say this, but thanks, Facebook, specifically the group Maine Flows, for connecting the impressively healthy Maine paddling community. It sure was nice to find out who was making all those Wedge portage trail tracks in Gulf Hagas… Canadians, mostly.