
Including one of 20 hydroelectric plants on the Androscoggin River as it runs from New Hampshire to the sea.

You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

Including one of 20 hydroelectric plants on the Androscoggin River as it runs from New Hampshire to the sea.



Autumn is already in the air.

They’re Calais, Eastport, Lubec, and Machias. Or the other way around, depending on how you’re driving or sailing.
Like pearls on a string, one that hugs the coastline of vast Washington County.
The image of four anchors arrayed along a map makes sense, each one with its own distinctive attraction.
Their combined population comes to barely eight thousand.
The terrain around here is much more real than Acadia, for sure, if you’re the least bit interested in the Real Maine.


Nothing like a decaying hurricane somewhere out at sea to roil the water. This one was rough enough to cancel ferry service to neighboring Monhegan Island for days.


It was dark and very cold that night, with snow piled high along the freeway.
Now that I’m getting familiar with deer, I realize that the critter I nicked with the right fender was much larger than any of the deer I see these days. They seem rather small, actually, apart from their appetites.
Still, that encounter could have been much worse. I have to consider myself quite lucky. A few feet one way or the other, the beast could have come crashing through my windshield.
Just one more fact of living where I do.


In New York’s Adirondack Mountains, seen across Lake Champlain from Vermont. A serious storm’s coming on.