25 years ago this month, the previously undefeated Black Bears suffered a rare home-ice loss against archrival Boston University. The next night, they avenged the setback with a 6–1 thumping of BU, and they wouldn’t lose again, home or away, the rest of the season, going on to win the program’s first national title.
Got skis but no hill? Instead of relying on gravity for propulsion, try wind.
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Twenty years ago, Limestone was briefly the biggest city in Maine and these festooned fellows were fairly characteristic of its citizenry.
Auto-race enthusiasts cheer drivers zooming toward the Old Orchard Beach pier in one of the hundreds of American Automobile Association–sanctioned events.
In their heyday, dozens of steamboats plied Maine’s largest lake. Soon, though, the Great Depression and the age of the automobile took their tolls, and as steamboats grew obsolete, they were scuttled or simply allowed to sink at mooring.
In 2009, after years of dam removals and fishway constructions, alewives swam through Benton en masse for the first time in two centuries.
A hundred years ago this month, the U.S. entered World War I. As young men left Maine for the front, women took key industrial jobs.
This year’s ice harvest at Thompson Ice House, complete with hot chocolate and chili for visitors, is scheduled for February 19 — and some of that ice will then end up making ice cream for a social in July.
In far northern Maine, four things in life are certain: death, taxes, hard winters, and the persistence of francophone culture.
Midcentury civic festivals in Aroostook County were (ahem) no small potatoes.
Never did more people flock to Squirrel Island than in late August for a carnival known as Fete Week.