Travels with Charley in the Maine Woods.
|Type||Lodge to Lodge|
|Mode||Cross-country skis, shoeshoes|
|Highlights||True wilderness, animal tracks, blazingly bright stars, good home cooking.|
This was not in the plan.
We have just pulled into a snow-covered parking lot in the woods 11 miles outside of Greenville, Maine. It’s time to unload the car, slap on our skis, and take off on a four-day ski adventure through the wilderness. This is a remote part of Maine my wife and I love; I took her on her first wild canoe trip not far from here, produced a bottle of champagne and a diamond ring beside a lake devoid of buildings or people, and while she now probably regrets this, she said yes. This is our first trip to such hallowed ground with our two boys. The plan is to ski a few hours to a heated lodge run by the Appalachian Mountain Club (AMC), where they will feed us fabulous meals and provide us with a heated private cabin for the night, while someone snowmobiles in our luggage so we don’t have to. Then tomorrow we’ll ski to another lodge, stay an extra day doing nothing there, and ski back to our car on day four.