It did somehow save these sweet photos of some loons I saw out on the pond:
In the evening we decided to go fish some of the area's larger streams. The Kennebago, at least where we fished it, turned out to be very warm and filled mostly with juvenile landlocked salmon. However there were some native brookies to be had out of a small tributary, though human prints indicated that someone had already fished it today. There were also a set of fresh bear tracks and abundant moose tracks.
The next river we checked was much better: cold, fast, and full of bug life. We waded down to where it widened out and as the evening settled in fish began to rise. Salmon, brook trout, and fallfish were feeding like made about an hour after we got there, and I discovered that a CDC caddis stripped quickly would take fish. I caught a few brookies, including some rather nice ones, before it was almost all fallfish.
I noticed quickly that these fish has a gorgeous silvery color to them, something different than what I am used to seeing. The were gorgeous and fought with vigor.
My three last casts were the most productive. I hastily tied on a bead head Picket Pin. On the first cast I got the biggest brookie of the day. The next cast gave up a very scrappy young salmon. The third, a very large and hard fighting fallfish. Great way to end the first full day!