Our Maine Camp

About 40 years ago Barbara (my better half) and I were living in a small apartment in New Haven, Conn., where I was a junior faculty member at Yale University and she was working as a technician at the Bingham Oceanographic Collection. Urban claustrophobia set in and we resolved to seek some open space in the form of some undeveloped land in northern New England. After a lot of research, contacting realtors, and travel,  we purchased a parcel of about 105 acres of woodland in central Maine, about midway on a line drawn between Bangor and Moosehead Lake. At that time we paid about $18.00 an acre for the land. This seems ridiculously cheap today, but it represented nearly our entire net worth then.

For a few years we visited the property once or twice a summer, pitching a tent and camping with our first two children as they appeared. In time a new colleague of mine, who was an outdoorsman, urged me to take up hunting deer, grouse and woodcock up there. This added another dimension to the property since it required visits in the fall, when the weather and scenery are the best. The State of Maine eventually bought up more than 5,000 acres of land adjacent to our property and established a wildlife management area, effectively increasing the amount of acreage we could enjoy by 50-fold!

In 1991, with rearing the children (now three of them) well underway, and some time available, we decided to build a cabin.  A neighboring farmer was contracted to cut a dozen mature white pines on the west side of the property and haul them to a nearby saw mill. In January of 1992 Jeff (my eldest son) and I visited the site we had chosen  for the cabin and felled trees to clear a space for it.  This was in a grove of paper birch and American beech on a modest bluff, overlooking a small stream.  In June of that year we returned and, living in a tent, set concrete posts for the foundation, and began hauling pickup loads of sawn lumber from the mill. Outside of some pressure treated 2 x 12s that formed the sills and central beam of the cabin, all the wood came from those pine trees. With no electricity near the site, the cabin was constructed with hand tools and a chain saw.

By July (working only on 3-day weekends) the cabin was pretty well framed;

The dimensions are 16' wide (with an additional 4' porch) by 20' long. It was built with three rooms (two 8 x 8 bunk rooms) and a 12 x 16 kitchen/living room). A loft over the bunk rooms can be used for storage or additional sleeping space). The siding is board and batten, hence the horizontal framing members in the photo above. The roof rafters are supported by gussets under the ridge pole, and cross ties 4 ' down the rafters from the peak. The first winter saw 7' of snow on the roof, with no movement, even while commercial buildings in the nearest town were collapsing. My engineering was sufficient!

By Fall, the cabin was sheathed and the roof was at least covered with felt, although the battens had not yet been nailed on.

The following summer (1993) some of the final touches (to some extent it is a continuing project) were added: battens, roofing shingles, and a protective covering of waterseal stain.

The inside of the cabin was finished and heated in spring, fall and winter with an old Ashley wood stove scrounged from a derelict building at home.

 

Bathroom? You say? Well....there's a path out back that leads to a fairly elegant hand crafted one-holer

We shortly added a four-burner apartment size gas range that runs from a camper propane tank in the back.  With an oven and broiler some pretty nice cooking has gone on in the cabin.  It beats cooking over an open wood fire or Coleman gas stove in a tent!

 

 

Now, it's time to just enjoy the place,

 

     

inside and out (that's a pile of basswood and hemlock starting to air dry on the porch)

         

and play my trombone.

Ten years after initially writing this, the camp is pretty much the same (the hemlock is still drying on the porch),  My friend in the pictures above has passed away, and the trombone is a memory.  But Barbara and I, and our friends, still spend twenty or so nights a week in the camp, enjoying the bird watching, local auctions, grouse hunting, fishing the local rivers, and taking long hikes in the woods.  Our (now grown) children, with their children, enjoy the camp immensely.  It is easily the best project I ever undertook.

Here are some more pictures, taken 20 years later (2011 - 2013) after starting the camp, which, by the way we've named "Camp Can'tAgree."  (we couldn't agree on a name)

 

                                Cabin Front                                                                              View from porch 

 

  

The Cook is Jack Musick -- a Great One.                                                     Interior Views

 

 

     

                              Bunkroom A                                                                 Looking up the Creek

  

    Mina with Woodcock & Snowshoe Hare                                                            Looking North Toward Greenville

Son, Father and Mina.

 

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