Central Maine bog

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We have friends with a camp in the Maine wilderness north of Bangor. The camp is “beyond the grid” in the “tableland” before “Ktaadn,” near the path of Thoreau as reported in his essays about The Maine Woods. When we pass bogs like this, I like to think I am back in 1846 and looking at sights he would have seen. I consider it progress if it looked like this back then.

Drifting down the Madagascal

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This is Maine wilderness. There are no homes, developments, or commerce anywhere near here. It was not always like this. Historians and locals tell us there were fields of hay and farmland along both sides of the stream over a hundred years ago. The stream was used to deliver logs from the woodlands to the north to the mills to the south. Over two hundred years ago, it probably looked like this. Nature can come full circle if somebody doesn’t screw it up with uncontrolled manufactured pesticides, fertilizers, or industrial chemicals.

Drifting along the Madagascal stream in the center of Maine, I hear Stephen Stills in my head, “Mother Nature made it green, the prettiest place you’ve ever seen ….”

If you don’t have clean water and clean air, you got nothing; and the jobs, commerce, and wealth you traded for screwing up the air and the water can only be short-lived and eventually of no value.