- By: michael sanders
When most of us go down to the coast, whether to walk, swim, fish, or sail, we take for granted what we see: the lobsterboats and the colorful buoys marking the strings of traps, the bobbing green cans and red ones marking safe passage, and, in the larger working harbors like Portland, Stonington, and Port Clyde, the draggers unloading fish they’ve caught far out in the Gulf of Maine and on Georges Bank.
A summer spent touring Maine’s agricultural fairs reveals the state in all its wonder and weirdness.
Back in the early 1990s, the Maine Forest Service stopped manning its network of fire towers.
Will South Portland soon become a hotbed of Hollywood-like activity? Maine is a visual paradise—from its billboard-less highways to attractively zig-zagging coastline (which, when you stretch it to full length, measures longer than California’s). No wonder people came here to film flicks like In The Bedroom and The Cider House Rules. But moviemakers have mostly spelunked into our territory to get good film footage, then headed elsewhere to complete the project.
Spring in Maine is a fleeting pleasure. Wedged as it so often is between a just too long winter and an always spectacular summer. A blush of cherry blossoms on Brackett Street near Maine Medical Center this week reminded me to enjoy what I find today because it surely will be different tomorrow. Like the mothers of young children we see tender blossoms yield quickly to riotous foliage. We are grateful to begin again...and again.
22 Days on the Appalachian Trail.
by: Chad Frisbie