I love Maine barns. Here is a collection of some of my favorite from the last three weeks. All are available in 21-megapixel downloads on my Picasa page. Have a nice weekend and try to find a barn.
Here are some more links,
More from Route 137 (Picasa),
Houses Down East (Picasa),
New England Barns (ART),
Red, White and Blue (Picasa).
Melting snow in central Maine exposes a new set of colors. No longer do whites and grays dominate the landscape. Red, white and blue are back.
I spotted this barn on the side of Route 137, and was captivated the by the contrasts between the tan of the recently exposed grass, the rich red of the barn and seemingly endless blues and whites of the sky.
Central Maine farmland.
The full spectrum of colors; tan grass, red barn, silver roof and blue sky.
Here are some more links,
Red, White, and Blue (Picasa).
Skipping stones is an inherently frivolous and boyish pastime. As a child, I remember the frustration of learning how to skip stones and the eventual excitement when I got a stone to skip three times. Regardless of where I go, skipping stones brings me to a familiar place. The challenge of finding the perfect rock and perfect stretch of beach and throwing the perfect toss consumes my attention and I forget where I am. I focus on how many skips I can get.
On Friday, my dad and I found the perfect stretch of beach on the Maine coast and skipped stones for an hour.
Good stones are an obvious necessity. This beach was littered with palm sized pieces of slate.
The weather was perfect; minimal wind interference and warm enough that you felt the rush of being outside without gloves for the first time this year.
After skipping stones for an hour, my dad grabbed a piece of grass and started chewing on it like Huck Finn. I guess being a boy has more to do with a state of mind or attitude than your age.
Here are some more links,
Skipping Stones with My Dad (Picasa),
Skipping Stones with my Dad (Vimeo),
Watching a Rock Skip (Vimeo).
After talking with Millard for ten minutes or so his eyes lit up, "Let me show something." I eagerly followed him to the garage with no idea what was in store.
The garage door slid up exposing a room full of hunting and trapping gear. For the next twenty minutes, Millard walked me through his gear. Starting on the left: Millard's trapping backpack, Conibear traps, a jaw trap and the wood things are pelt stretchers.
According to Millard, peanut butter is the best all purpose bait and works on animals from squirrels to beaver and foxes. The Conibear traps are on the left and the anchors on the right are used to secure the traps into the ground.
Millard raved about these Conibear 120's. They can catch a variety of animals ranging from fisher, fox, rabbits, weasels and beaver and are easy to set.
Millard used this set up to catch fishers, their pelts go from $40-$100 at auction. As you can see the traps exert a tremendous amount of force and kill the animals instantly.
One winter, Millard used these very snow shoes to track and kill 96 porcupines. In the spring, he collected the 50ยข bounty and bought a Smith & Wesson Competition Revolver for $45 new. That must have been some time ago.
Millard uses these pieces of wood to stretch the skins before he sends them off the to local tannery. Starting on the left; hares, red squirrels, fishers, and foxes. After tanning the pelts, Millard would send them to a consignment auction house in upstate New York and await sale. "Every month or two I get a check in the mail for one of my pelts. Its a pleasant surprise."
These larger, two-piece stretchers are used for coyotes. Note the sign, "Coyote Traps Ahead." One winter Millard got 26. Millard does note like Coyotes.
"Red Squirrel pelts will get 1$ in Russia. Apparently they use the dinky furs to line fancy woman's coats. Who would've known."
Three years ago Millard was diagnosed with bladder cancer. After a successful surgery, Millard's catheter clogged and a failed cleaning led to a near-fatal infection. Three months later, Millard recovered, however his sense of balance never recovered, severely limiting his mobility. Today Millard struggles to walk and can no longer maintain his trapping lines. His eyes teared up, "This is just bringing back a lot of good memories."
I will never forget Millard, and I hope that my generation will keep this fleeting Maine tradition going.
Here are some more links,
Millard Wardwell's Trapping Gear (Picasa),
Millard Wardwell: A Maine Trapper (ART).
I left my job in New York in the summer of 2011 and moved into a camper. Since then, I have driven 100,000 miles around the west, surfing and camping. During the summer of 2014, I set up a home base in the Columbia River Gorge. These are some of my stories and photos.
