Magazine Series

Sheila Bourque remembers well exactly when it all started. It was about five years ago. She had climbed Hacker’s Hill in the Maine town of Casco and arrived at the top to find a…

In an earlier era, before children, my husband and I would sometimes host workshops on our woodlot. One group in particular enjoyed using our property because, they enthused, we had such a…

Before Al Jordan was the preeminent bird carver in the Northeast; before his carvings were worth thousands of dollars and he’d won top prizes at the most prestigious wildlife art…

The alarm went off at 1 a.m. I got up, dressed, and sleepily attempted to eat some breakfast. My stomach protested, as this was not a normal time to be eating. Hitting the road, I noticed…

Snowy owls hail from the frozen tundra of the far north. However, during the coldest months of the year, they’ll often fly south in search of food. During the extremely cold winter of…

Halfway up the mountain, along a trace of a road long gone back to woods, there was a village that is no longer there. More than a century ago, some two dozen rough-hewn homesteads were…

I was recently in a big-box farm-supply store and saw a large sign that read, “Wood Chopping Headquarters.” What they meant, of course, was not chopping, but splitting.…

In frigid woods this winter, find yourself a glint of springtime – a spark from the head of a golden crowned kinglet. Smaller than a chickadee but seemingly greater in kinetic energy,…

I was hiking with friends up a rutted, washed-out logging road in northern New Hampshire when we saw a curious cabin through the trees. A faint footpath led toward the camp, so we wandered…

It’s late February, and a tom bobcat is eagerly sauntering along – something is in the air! Lengthening daylight and warming temperatures signal the arrival of courting and…