(I went far too deep with) Maine's Whoopie Pie

THE STREETS OF Dover-Foxcroft, that of Piscataquis County and that itself of Maine, are packed with people. A colorful human theatre fills East Main Street here, an undulating mass moving and swaying in response to some tidal-like force. Somewhere, a band launches into song—all swirling synths, buzzing guitars, and…

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The Ghost Camps of Katahdin

A look at the forgotten logging camps of Maine's deep woods. First published in History Magazine, Dec. 2019.…

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Deep in the Maine Woods, Tim Smith Teaches Others How to Live.

THE ROAD TWISTS and winds through the north Maine woods in something akin to white-knuckle chaos. It started snowing hard back in Patten. The roads are maintained here, but increasingly less so the deeper I get into "The County." They’re slick and rough, rutted, covered in mealy brown slush.…

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I Ran the 2017 Millinocket Marathon (and Survived).

Somewhere around mile eight, an angel appeared. She was manning a water station and appeared to be holding a sign. As my tired legs brought me closer, I saw she was also handing out candy bars. The sign came into full focus: “WORST PARADE EVER,” it read. I downed the…

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An Obligatory Story About Katahdin; a Beer Run; the Summit at Dawn.

Thousands of people hike Mount Katahdin in Maine each year, so much so that Baxter State Park—of which Katahdin is included—throttles admission to it in an attempt to keep it pristine. If you’re from Maine, Katahdin represents a nadir, a rite of passage, a reason to stretch…

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The Winter Summit

Mike Blanchard started hiking in junior high school. Guidance counselors there had started an outing club, and one of the excursions was a hike up Mount Katahdin, Maine’s highest peak at 5,267 feet. The trips became a regular thing, and he liked it. After junior high Blanchard kept…

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Deboullie Public Reserved Land, Maine

I followed the moose in my truck for about ten minutes. I had seen a doe about five miles back, and she had ducked into the woods pretty quickly when my truck came around the corner. Not so with the moose—it stood there staring at me for a good…

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Schoodic Beach, Donnell Pond Public Reserved Land

With my wife in China and my oldest daughter staying at a friend’s camp at Duck Pond, I found myself with a (mostly) empty house. I took it as an opportunity to bring my youngest daughter camping. The forecast wasn’t great. It looked to be overcast and drizzly…

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Crocker, S. Crocker, and Redington: Three peaks and (kind of) a bushwhack

I could just as easily call this trek “Five Peak Summits to Bag Three.” My wife called it the “Crocker Three-Way,” which is probably a more enticing and salacious title if you’re into that sort of thing. I’ve been picking off the list of Maine’s 4,000…

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Seeing the Unseen: Maine artist Rebecca Krupke

Rebecca Krupke talks to me in the kitchen of her parents’ home, for which she provided directions via Facebook Messenger thus: It’s a big white farmhouse. With an apple tree and NO porch. The one beside us is identical with a porch. 1905 the guy built the first house…

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