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.
There’s a trace of the sacred in it — in the light, in the title — plus a hint of the absurd, the faintest whiff of the freewheeling nature of that day at sea.
Ron Currie has some thoughts on Maine’s most rapidly changing city and the gentrification that displaced him from a neighborhood he loves.
Home is someplace between Walden and a woodstove.
There are photos that present the buoyancy of that day, but this one captured something else.
March is coming, and with it comes Down East‘s annual list of the Best Places to Live in Maine. Once again this year, we crunched the numbers, weighed the intangibles, argued for our faves, and grouped the resulting 16 contenders into four divisions, based on population.
From “Trekking on Rawhide,” by Robert Deis, in our January 1980 issue.