When I drove to Orr’s Island to fetch the Fishouse on a chilly November morning in 2003, it sat exactly as Lawrence Sargent Hall had left it when he died 10 years earlier. His desk, topped with what I ...
I’m walking across the top of the historic Mill Pond dam, in Whiting village, admiring the beauty of the water rushing below, when Jacob van de Sande tells me the nearly 200-year-old stone structure ...
The first time Gilbert Butler saw kayakers running a wild river, he was a young man visiting Maine. Even then, he was a capable outdoorsperson, fond of hiking and canoeing around his family home of ...
One evening in the spring of 2015, I drove down a wooded road north of Rangeley Lake to visit the 175-acre estate known as Orgonon. I was there to interview Kevin Hinchey, then a co-director of the ...
Readers tell similar stories about their first encounters with the book. Many seemed to have found it at health-food stores, and many say they read it in a single sitting. Some were moved to write the ...
From one of the teeming lobster crates, MacKay yanks a green crab about the size of her hand. She counts its legs and claws, then records its diameter and color (not all, or even most, green crabs are ...
Monday, July 27, 2020, dawned sultry and bright on Bailey Island, a village of about 400 full-time residents in the midcoast town of Harpswell. Early that morning, lobsterboats sputtered out of ...
A few people are strolling right down the middle of the park’s famous Loop Road, staring out at the breakers. The sun is brilliant, and Sand Beach is deserted. Thunder Hole is booming so hard the ...
Crow Island is a scrap of an island, three acres tucked into the farthest reaches of Middle Bay, not a half mile off the Brunswick peninsula called Simpson’s Point. To the swimmers who gather at the ...
Growing up in Southwest Harbor, Lia Morris spent her childhood surrounded by boats. It was inevitable. She had a boatyard in her backyard, because her father, Tom Morris, was a boatbuilder and the ...
In 1922, John D. Rockefeller Jr. revealed himself to be something of a busybody. “My dear Mr. Ford,” the financier and philanthropist wrote to his neighbor Edsel, shortly after visiting the 80-acre ...
March 8, 1945, started as a routine day for Dean Yeaton. His father’s remote logging camp on the edge of western Maine’s Spencer Lake had no electricity and no running water. In the morning, the ...
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