Sometimes there’s more to a hard day’s work than a hard day’s work. A life lesson learned from taking off with dad.
Each month, Down East editors select our favorite response to “Where in Maine?” Here is our favorite letter from the September photo of the Oquossoc Angling Association on the Mooselookmeguntic lake.
Like Stephen King, the famous author it raised, Durham is quiet and a little weird, with some strange stuff going on upstairs.
There’s little more satisfying than the crunch of a just-picked apple — except maybe a warm, freshly baked cider donut. Bet you can’t resist.
Want to play zombie for a day? Shuffle this way, to Bangor’s sixth annual celebration of the living dead.
Five roadside farm markets we can’t pass by.
A Bar Harbor home is built from the ground up — literally.
Melissa Sweet’s new E.B. White biography is a (literally) colorful portrait of Maine’s most beloved writer.
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.
After decades of violence at the hands of her husband, Priscilla got out alive — with help from a Maine safe house that’s among the first of its kind.
From “Crazy Over Cranberries” by Ken Textor in our October 1996 issue.
It’s not surprising that Center Lovell Inn, a beautifully restored 1805 Georgian-style farmhouse in rural western Maine, induces a Zen-like serenity in those who visit.