Seventeen years ago this past Saturday, August 8th, my father spent his last conscious moments in this world. It was a Saturday just like this past Saturday, a beautiful August morning full of ripening blue berries, blooming sunflowers and all the perfection of Maine’s late summer. He’d been sick all summer, and had finally agreed […]
Do you think moose hunters want to shoot calves?
Presentation on my new guidebook in Newport this weekend
Summer in Maine: Kids, Camps, Community