Ice. So inconvenient, yet so beautiful. Usually the Machias River sings a solo of snaps, crackles, and pops of ice moving out with the changing tide, but every sliver of grass, every rose bush, and every alder has joined in this week since being encased in a layer of thick ice. Maine’s weather is obnoxious, it’s fascinating, and it’s everyone’s […]
The Belfast and Moosehead Lake Railroad never made it to Greenville
Shad and stripers are in, so it's time to get fishing!
1-minute mountain bike: Rick Swan Trail System in Old Town