In an exclusive excerpt from his new book, Michael Finkel explains the origins of the whispered myth that haunted central Maine for decades.
Sunaana is a winter festival created to embrace the time of year when the days are short and the nights are long. The experience is a unique and groundbreaking mix of emerging musicians from Maine, Iceland, and beyond, contemporary performance, and the craft beer industry’s “best of the best” beers. Click for details and tickets.
A new compendium shows off the archival illustrations of Kate Furbish, Maine’s swashbuckling Victorian botanist.
From “Dog Days in Fort Kent,” by Elizabeth Peavey, in our February 1998 issue.
Suit up for a ride-along with LifeFlight of Maine, one of the country’s most elite air medical teams — and one of Maine’s most critical nonprofit enterprises.
As a kid, I was afraid of Ida. And small wonder: stout and tall, with big hands and a severe face, she was every inch the forbidding Yankee spinster. My idea of Ida shifted slightly one summer morning when I was about 10 years old.
Hard by the Canadian border, the winters are long, the woods are impenetrable, and the roads are lonely. And that’s the way folks in the flinty little town of Jackman like it.
Once again, we asked this year for you to send us the photos that best represent your personal vision of Maine — and, man, did you ever respond.
How a physician’s assistant in Bridgton became Stephen King’s Hippocrates of horror.
How Maine ended up with its oddball system for picking a president — and why that system is better than the way 48 other states do it.
I need, and refuse to own, a navigational system with a robotic voice saying turn left here, go 200 yards, bear right, etc., etc. I am under the stars, benighted in the shallows, churning up mud, with time and tide running out.
Maine high-schoolers tackle the publishing biz — with Down East as their model.