I love, honor, and respect almost everything about Maine except its license plate. There is something abject about Vacationland, as though the state had no substance.
Ed Pierpont has his sights set on parading another state-record squasher in Damariscotta.
Each month, Down East editors select our favorite response to “Where in Maine?” Here is our favorite letter from the August photo of Cape Newagen and Southport Island.
After popping it and slathering it with butter, aimlessly wandering through it is our third favorite thing to do with corn. Check out a few of our favorite fall mazes.
You can buy a quart of milk anywhere, but it comes with a neighborhood only at the general store.
Autumn is a moment of heightened synchronicity, when all the natural world seems to hunker down for the onset of winter.
Can you name this camp and the lake it’s on?
Even Vacationland still hides pockets of undiscovered country. We’re spilling the beans on 10 super-scenic locales you’ve probably never visited — but should.
On the highway between Solon and Bingham, a sign indicates you’re exactly equidistant between the equator and the North Pole.
How did the popular vacation-rental service become a hugely contentious issue in Maine?
From “A Return to Golden Pond,” a photo essay by Benjamin Magro, in our September 1986 issue.