There are times [in life] that require special places in which to be properly lived.  Youth is one of those times, and Eagle Wing is one of those places.
There are days when Gardner Lake is smooth as glass, begging to be parted by the quiet stroke of an oar or paddle.  There are other days when it becomes a tempest, daring the intrepid to sail its windswept reaches.  And, then there are times when it is best left to itself.

 
Learning to know the difference is the stuff of wisdom, and wisdom is best acquired when we are young and still have guides to protect us from our inexperience.  It is to provide such guidance, that Eagle Wing has been created.

 
The lake is, of course, a metaphor for a host of activities from which lasting life lessons can be learned.  Whether we are paddling a flat section of the Machias River looking for moose, or flying through the rapids of the Wigwams, the lesson is there, just a canoe paddle’s length away: we are neither so small, nor as great as we think.  The truth lies in the middle, but the middle is not the place we wish to live.  It is only the place from which we start.

The things that can pull us out of the middle are found in the strangest of places.  They are found in a simple game of kick the can, played in the black of a North Woods night; in a story told around a campfire under a canopy of stars, which can no longer be seen from most places; in a debate around the dinner table; or during a game won or lost on the athletic field.  All these, and more, are the stuff of Eagle Wing.