Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Conversation revolved around a particular question after reaching our cabin Friday night. “How many rounds you put through this one”, we each asked, picking up one another’s handguns and rifles – inspecting each. Five of us had gathered from as far away as Rhode Island to take in the Maine woods, bum around a family camp and cook over an open fire. The camp, smack dab in the middle of nowhere, sits behind a gate that only three individuals have the key to: my buddy, his grandfather, and the logging company. And the logging company doesn't come here. For entire weekend we have 3,000 acres - it's woods and waters - all to ourselves.
Rhon Bell, an outdoor enthusiast, spends his time exploring the Maine Woods and documenting his journeys.
Growing up in Aroostook County, he embraced the outdoor lifestyle at a young age. Living today near Portland, he spends weekends and week-long adventures hiking New England summits, canoeing the historic Maine waterways, and ice fishing for lake trout.
Follow the journey as Window to the Woods discovers new destinations, and check out his other blog, Backwoods Plaid.