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Cell Phone Reception in Rural Vermont

As far as I can tell, there is no cell phone reception anywhere in the Town of Corinth. Consequently, in the office and at home, we continue to use a land line for nearly everything. My wife and I do…

Contested Terrain: A New History of Nature and People in the Adirondacks

Whether you know the Adirondacks as home, second home, vacation destination, spot on the map, or not at all, you’ll certainly have a deeper understanding of the place after reading Philip G.…

Making the Grade

Recently I was standing on the landing of an active logging job with the landowner, who was my client. On this job, I was selling the logs to a number of buyers based on end product, as opposed to…

A Mid-February Dance, then Romance

Common goldeneyes are on the prowl. In icy waters near you, these ducks are cavorting and splashing in an odd courtship ritual. In the afterglow of Valentine’s Day, they are proof that cold…

Life in the Sugarbush

In early summer, our main sugarbush is a lush, earthy place. Limestone knolls roll into soggy spring-fed depressions. Two-hundred year old maples loom – their hard, vertical shapes softened…

From Logs to Lumber: A History of People & Rule Making in New England

Tom Whalen, of Marshfield Hills, Massachusetts, and Whitefield, New Hampshire, and his mentor of 25 years, Dale Butterworth of Cumberland, Maine, have parlayed their long-time interest in collecting…

Notes from the Quarantine Zone

In August, the Asian longhorned beetle (ALB) was discovered in Worcester, Massachusetts, by an astute resident. The city quickly mobilized; today, a 62-square-mile quarantine zone stretches around the…

Across the Snow, Seeds Head for Greener Pastures

Trees and shrubs can’t pull up roots and traipse around populating the countryside. They spread their seeds with help from wind, water, gravity and animals. Their seeds have parachutes, wings,…

Snow

I don’t know anyone who knows the names of 18 kinds of snow, which, as legend has it, any Inuit can easily reel off at an early age. But by last April, everyone I know had at least 18 words to…

Cockroaches: Enduring But Hardly Endearing

My father, a calm and even-tempered man, seldom used expletives. But lying awake one night, I heard him enter the darkened bathroom, where he had left a cup filled with medicinal syrup to soothe his…

An Appreciation of Debris: The Science and Changing Perceptions of Dead Trees

Coarse woody debris. To most people, two of the three words in that phrase have negative connotations. Debris is the worst offender, suggesting random junk strewn about. When the debris is coarse,…

Mill Prices

The prices reported here are those that log buyers—mostly sawmills and wholesalers—are paying for logs. Because these are prices paid for delivered wood, landowners need to adjust the…

Employment Opportunity

Deputy Director The Center for Northern Woodlands Education seeks an experienced and talented full-time Deputy Director (DD) to work closely with the Executive Director (ED) and the Board of Directors…

Cascade in Still Water

Scientists have long known that high concentrations of pesticides can be toxic to frogs, toads, and salamanders. What is less well known is the effect of low, repeated doses of pesticides on these…

Some Suspects in On-Going Catamount Investigation

More than 70 years have passed since a mountain lion was hunted and killed in New England.  In 1938 a Quebec trapper caught the last one on record—in Maine.  New Hampshire’s last…

Vermont Baitfish Regulations

The State of Vermont instituted new baitfish regulations in April 2008 to prevent the spread of viral hemorrhagic septicemia (VHS) to Vermont. Ice fisherman should be aware of these regulations. Viral…

Sycamore, Platanus occidentalis

Michael Dirr, the author of my favorite horticultural book, is a rarity in that he is dubious about sycamore, which he considers to be “overplanted.” Most people love this tree without…

The Nature of Healing

When I was growing up in the Adirondacks, nature was my playground, and the woods behind our house was a second home. Summers were spent hiking Mount Baker or swimming and fishing in Moody Pond. My…

Cleaning Up the Woods Makes a Mess

Last Sunday, I gave in. I hung my head, gassed up the chainsaw, and walked into the woods. Not into deep woods, exactly, but to a spot on our hillside where a summer windstorm, hard on the heels of a…

A Little Bit Lost

When I was very young I used to scare the heck out of myself by getting lost in the woods near where we lived. Instead of going to scary movies, like some kids, I’d head off again and again and…