MAINE The Magazine • Jan-Feb 2023
We slide through slender birch forests, past lichen-crusted boulders capped with ice. Here, a moose has rubbed his antlers against the bark. There, a crunched spruce branch kicks up citrus on the breeze. The snow on the trees brings the sound in close. The world is white, green, gray. It’s the slick red bark of a sapling, the sloping blue-purple ridge of Katahdin.