Friday, August 30, 2024

No shortage of unique signs throughout Lakes Region

By Kendra Raymond

They’re everywhere – those friendly reminders showing us where to go, what rules to follow, and spreading helpful information. There’s even a song about signs, aptly named, ‘Signs” written and performed by Five Man Electrical Band and covered by rock group Tesla. While most signs are mundane and typically just plain boring, what about unique or handmade signs?

Camp signs like these shown in a Raymond
neighborhood are a common sight throughout
Lakes Region lakefront access roads and
other private ways.
PHOTO BY KENDRA RAYMOND 
A ride through the Lakes Region is a bit more likely to display signs with character, given the nature of seasonal camps in the area. Most everyone is familiar with the iconic sign in Lynchville, Maine at the intersection of Routes 5 and 35. It’s fondly called the “Maine World Traveler Signpost,” and “Maine’s Famous Signpost” or the “World Places Sign.” Travelers can find out how much further to travel to Norway, Paris, Denmark, Naples, Sweden, Poland, Mexico, Peru, and China which are all towns in Maine.

Similar appearing signposts can be found on River Road in Windham and in downtown Harrison. The eye-catching Harrison sign leads passers-by to locales such as neighboring towns like Bridgton and Norway, the Deertrees Theater, the VFW hall, businesses, campgrounds, restaurants, and local summer camps. Evidently, the sign changes periodically and is kept up to date with new spots as well as destinations that may no longer be pertinent.

But how about those typical last name signs, usually located at the end of a camp road with a separate sign for each family residing in the area? This phenomenon does not seem to exist in typical year-round neighborhoods.

The Carving Company website says, “Your camp needs a personalized sign!” but why? Perhaps it is the opportunity to express your own creativity, choosing various fonts, images, and sizes to share your vibe with the world or at least your camp road. Or maybe, no one really knows why.

“It’s a contagious idea. We have a name sign at the end of the road because everyone else does it. The signs are part of camp culture – it’s how things have always been done,” said Raymond resident Neily Raymond. “Maybe the signs served a purpose years ago, but now they’re just for fun,” she said. “We just replaced our sign last year, so it should last quite a while.”

Raymond property owner Dennis Frappier is an Airbnb host and real estate investor.

“I see signs as an aid so family and guests can find their vacation destination,” he said while emphasizing that he has no additional insight into the camp signs culture.

At a different Raymond neighborhood with a large population of seasonal residents, another camp owner said that he believes old-fashioned camp signs to be from a bygone era. He has never had a name sign and doesn’t plan to, ever, saying that if he wants to be found, he will tell people where to go.

Maine Sign Company’s website has a post claiming that often signs are left to mass-production, and they believe artisan skills making signs by hand by craftsmen creates signs “the way they used to be.”

Going a step further is a more personalized family crest sign. Raymond residents Tom and Ann Ewig proudly display their family crest on a signpost in front of their Raymond home and even on a vehicle.

“Ann and I constructed the sign incorporating the Ewig family crest with two oak leaves with the Sheldrake family crest, the drake,” said Tom Ewig.

He explained that the sheldrake crest was an old crest from the Franklin side of the family, which is his wife’s maiden name. The combined crest holds a lot of significance for the Ewigs.

“We have used this combined crest for over 40 years symbolizing our union. We designed the crest together,” he said.

He emphasized that they have been married for 56 years, much longer than the development of their combined crest.

Alex Gaskarth’s quote says, “Our street corners keep secrets, and our road signs only suggest, never deciding for us, never knowing if the destination to which they lead, is where we truly belong. Life’s greatest tragedy is not that it will someday end, but that most of us just live to follow directions, and many times we end up totally lost.” Well, maybe that’s a bit too deep for our purposes here, but it is food for thought.

To learn more about the iconic Maine World Traveler Signpost, visit: https://visitmaine.com>arts-culture <

Friday, August 23, 2024

Staci Warren: Her Mainely Girl Adventures

By Staci Warren

Bear baiting season kicked off the last week in July and the season begins on Aug. 26. I’m excited to report that we’ve had several bears, a few large, a couple medium and some small ones, visiting our baits.

Staci Warren
While I would target a single dry sow, I don’t even consider sows with cubs as an option. I watch them and hope that the sow doesn’t get too aggressive. Their noses know when I’m there, but their eyesight prevents them from easily spotting me covered in camouflage. I usually give my foot a good stomp on the treestand, if I think that she is getting too close. It usually sends them all scattering. This year there has been a sow with one cub, and a sow with two cubs, so far. The cubs are cute as can be, and they love to try to climb into our barrels.

As we learn to identify potential targeted bears, we name them simply for ease in figuring out which one is which. I don’t name the sows or cubs; I only name single bears. Little Bear, a small boar that showed up late in the season last year, is back visiting the baits during the day. I’m happy to report that it is much bigger and looks healthy, but he’s still too small to consider a target bear. “Scar” is the bear that interests me the most due to the large scar down its backside. Scar is an older boar that’s been on my bait since at least 2020, and apparently a very smart one since he’s still around. A few years ago, I had another bear that was a fighter; its name was Scrapper. Its ears were all torn up and it had a big scar across its neck. Scrapper came into my stand right at dusk while I was hunting. It was right behind me and by the time it made it where I could take a shot, it was too dark. My simple move to look through my scope to see if I could get a shot from my blind was enough to send the bear scrambling, and it never came back. You can find the entire story in my blog. That encounter is one of the reasons I love bear hunting. It’s not easy, and even when everything falls into place, it’s not a guarantee.

After baiting, we spend a considerable amount of time working on the road for the landowner. We cut brush and haul it to keep the mile long road from growing in. To keep up with the work, we bought a brush cutter this year, and have spent our weekends mowing down brush and plants that have already begun to grow. We’ll be working on a large washout that the spring storms created so that the owner and hikers can make it to the vista, a remarkable view on the mountain that is the Bigelow range and Flagstaff Lake. We love this mountain and treat it as if it were our own.

August also means I’m busy picking black trumpet mushrooms. If we’re lucky, these episodes of rain will continue to produce trumpet mushrooms right into the fall freeze. I’ve picked trumpets while walking out of my hunting stand in November. These are my favorite mushrooms to forage and this recipe makes for a remarkable soup, to either eat with some added cream, or to add to a crockpot roast in place of the dry mushroom/onion soup mixes. I use this soup in my bear roasts and any venison or moose roast that I make in the crockpot. I can’t take credit for it; my friend Alicia shared it with me years ago. I’ve tweaked it a bit, but here it is.

Ingredients:
2 tablespoons of extra virgin olive oil
3 pounds of fresh black trumpets
1 large Vidalia onion, chopped
1 tablespoon of ground sage
1 tablespoon of coarse black pepper
1 tablespoon of ground thyme
1 tablespoons of minced garlic (dry or fresh)
48 ounces of chicken stock (not broth)
1/2 cup of cream sherry (find it in the wine section)
1 stick of salted butter
½ pint heavy cream

Coarsely chop mushrooms in food processor. Small batches work best to prevent pâté. Using a large stock pot, sprinkle salt over mushrooms to release water. Add olive oil, onion, sage, thyme, pepper and garlic-mix well. Sauté over medium heat stirring with wooden spoon until mushrooms start to stick on the bottom of the pan. Add chicken stock and sherry. Adjust seasoning to taste.

Bring to boil, reduce heat and simmer until soup is thick. Puree soup with hand blender or countertop blender but allow soup to cool before using later. Add butter.

Soup is now ready to be eaten by adding cream to taste or omit the cream and ladle into clean half pint or pint canning jars. Wipe rims, add lids and cook in pressure cooker on high for 25 minutes. Label and store on shelf until ready to use. Save a couple pints for my next recipe: Trumpet Jelly.

Wish me luck bear hunting! Hopefully the right one will appear, and I’ll have bear roast and bear bacon for the winter.

Staci Warren provides a unique woman’s perspective and column on the outdoors every month. She is a freelance writer whose blog, My Mainely Girl Adventures, is about a woman hunting, fishing, trapping, foraging and living in the Maine outdoors. She also loves camping, star gazing, wildlife watching, and hunting for fossils. She’s an active member and board member of the New England Outdoor Writers Association and is a monthly columnist and feature writer for The Maine Sportsman Magazine. In her free time, she enjoys mentoring women hunters and trappers. <

 

 

Windham in the 1960s: Back to school at Field-Allen

By Max Millard
Special to The Windham Eagle


From 1958 to 1988, my parents and their six children occupied the Goold House on Windham Center Road. Out of those years, perhaps the most memorable for me were 1961 to 1963, when I attended Field-Allen Junior High.

The IGA and Windham Center Circulating Library,
circa 1950s in Windham. SUBMITTED PHOTO
My classmates and I had spent the previous year at Newhall School, an aging barn-shaped structure in South Windham with three classrooms of 30 students each. Windham then had a population of about 4,600, and Newhall was sufficient for all the town's sixth graders.

Field-Allen was named after Charles Field, the first soldier in Windham killed in World War I, and James Allen, a Windham resident who died on Iwo Jima in World War II.

This was the first year that my class had separate teachers for different subjects. It was also the first time I could walk to school, rather than catching the bus. The little store atop Windham Center was the IGA, later to become the Windham Center Grocery and then Corsetti's. Across the street was the tiny Windham Center Circulating Library, where the fine for overdue books was 2 cents a day.

The IGA was a very popular after-school hangout for both junior high and senior high school students, mostly males. They rushed in like a swarm of locusts, eager to consume Devil Dogs, Drake's pretzels, and as much soda as they could swallow before being held to account.

No one waited patiently in line to pay for their purchase, but grabbed whatever they could and paid afterward. The store owner eyed the crowd warily, but it was a losing effort. My buddy Steve Quimby was a master at gulping down two bottles of Pepsi so quickly that he had to pay for just one.

Outside the store, the boys displayed their skills in cigarette smoking. Some competed to see how long they could keep a smouldering butt alive without burning their fingers. Others blew a cascade of smoke rings, or artfully released the smoke upward from their mouth and re-inhaled it through their nose The oral gymnasts would curl the end of their tongue around a very short, still-burning cigarette and somehow maneuver inside their closed mouth, then puff out the smoke.

The big event of the fall was the Cumberland Fair, which had the slogan “Always in September.” Everyone went. As soon as you entered, you were assaulted by a chorus of “quada quada quada.” That's because everything, from the rides to the girly show, cost 25 cents.

There was a hoop-throwing game, run by a man who echoed, “Prize every time!” The prizes were attached to wooden blocks of different sizes. Most of them were cheap junk, but there was also a $10 bill that almost no one could win because the hoop barely fit over the block. I heard that in case someone did manage it, the man would quickly remove the hoop and place it over a cheap prize. Most of the players were kids, so he could get away with it.

Another huckster was a man who called himself the guesser. He would guess your age, your weight, and for those of driving age, the type of car you drove. His routine was to say, “You drive a Ford, don't you?” If the person said no that it was a Chevy, he'd open his hand and show a note that read Chevy. He'd smile smugly and announce, “That was my real guess.”

Then there was the spook house, a large trailer equipped with false passageways and buzzers, and lined with foam rubber. It was completely dark inside. Kids would emerge with foam rubber bulging under their shirts. Others, as hinted by the odor, would use it to relieve themselves.

Field-Allen served lunch in the cafeteria each day, featuring such delicacies as creamed chipped beef, a staple of the U.S. Army, which the kids dubbed “sh** on shingles.” Another offering was bubbling squeak, a mixture of unidentifiable flesh, mushy vegetables, and a pungent broth. By the time it was served, it was no longer bubbling, and though I never heard it squeak, I suspected that some of its components once did.

The meal usually included a dry, crumbly biscuit, which few people ate unless there was a tasty gravy for dipping. But the biscuits were a welcome addition because they always came with a pat of butter – never margarine, even if the rest of the meal was indigestible. It could be used for playing with your food after a meal, adding a touch of greasy yellow to a potpourri of mashed-up peas, milk, and peach syrup.

Best of all, it could be placed on the end of a fork handle and launched into space. If perfectly aimed, it would stick to the ceiling. Some boys got so good that they could design a face by shooting up separate pats for the eyes, nose and mouth. Further entertainment was provided by the frequent unsticking of the butter. Especially on hot days, the stuff would melt and release its grip on the ceiling, sometimes plopping down in kids' lunches, to their great disgust.

My four sisters all graduated from Windham High, but I did not. For Ninth Grade, I was sent away to the all-boys North Yarmouth Academy, which was not an upgrade.

But the five and a half years that I spent in the Windham public schools far exceeded any other school or college I attended, and I have always considered the Windham class of 1967 as my only real classmates. I'm still in touch with some of them today, and we talk nostalgically about those distant days when life was so uncomplicated. <

Friday, August 16, 2024

Let's talk blueberries: Maine's beloved summer harvest defines the season

By Kendra Raymond

With August well-underway, wild blueberry season has arrived here in Maine. Whether you like to attend festivals, bake blueberry creations, pick your own, or simply purchase fresh berries, there is something for everyone right in our area.

Blueberries are up for sale at a Raymond
fruit and vegetable stand as blueberry
season in Maine is in full swing.
PHOTO BY KENDRA RAYMOND 
Sometimes taken for granted, the availability of this Maine crop is plentiful, and often free to gather. Let’s not forget the health benefits of this superfood. The Wild Blueberry Commission of Maine website highlights the “Power of Blue,” saying that wild blueberries have twice the antioxidants of other blueberries which supports a healthy immune system.

The Wild Blueberries website says, “When it comes to brain food, nothing beats the tase and antioxidant punch of wild blueberries. Born in the cold barrens of Maine, wild blueberries must protect themselves from the forces of nature to survive, causing them to develop a higher anthocyanin content than ordinary blueberries. That hardiness allows then to create a nutritional kick that feeds your brain the good stuff, no matter your age.”

If cultivated varieties and curated picking are just your speed, you could visit a pick-your-own facility where you also have the option of purchasing pre-picked containers.

Local blueberry farm owner Linda May of Crabtrees Blueberries in Sebago says, “We have beautiful blue metal buckets so you get to hear the ‘kerplunk.’”

May explained that blueberry flavors vary.

“We have six varieties, some taste closer to wild. Jerseys and Berkleys are in season right now. The Elliot variety lasts from September to frost,” said May.

If you’re not afraid of putting in some elbow grease, head on over to Claman Wildlife Preserve on Route 302 in Windham where you can pick blueberries to your heart’s content. The Town of Windham website reminds everyone to keep in mind that there is no parking available on site, and most people park along the shoulder of 302. There are plenty of wild highbush plants, just remember to wear long pants.

The lowbush blueberries are plentiful on Hacker’s Hill in Raymond. Be prepared to look along the sides of the paths and even past them. Just remember these berries are located at ankle height and usually emerge in July.

For those who want to skip the collection effort, several local farm stands offer a great selection of pre-picked containers. Aside from businesses, roadside sellers frequently offer pints or quarts of berries for sale.

“The berries pretty much fly off the displays,” says Chipman’s Gray Farm Stand employee Miranda Richards. “Pints of highbush blueberries from the farm in Poland and small wild berries from Warren are popular,” she said, adding that the truck often returns later in the day with a delivery to replenish the stock.

Speaking of collection, a long-time Raymond summer resident picks her blueberries at a spot in her neighborhood that she calls, “Blueberry Fields.” The property is privately owned, and she uses it with permission. Of note is an ingenious contraption that she may or may not have invented. Picture this: a coffee can with holes punched on either side of the top, and twine connecting the two holes. You simply thread twine through, leaving it long enough to wear the contraption like a necklace, freeing both hands for picking. Voila, a ready-made blueberry collection device.

The annual Gray Wild Blueberry Festival is always conducted on the second Saturday in August. The free event features community and fun including a bake off, crafts market, food trucks, live music, and much more. Though the festival has already taken place this year, the annual event is always a worthwhile trip.

With so many ways to use blueberries, the possibilities are limitless. How about trying:

Aunt Sanny’s Blueberry Cake

2 cups flour

½ cup sugar

2 teaspoons baking powder

1 teaspoon baking soda

½ teaspoon salt

½ cup shortening or butter

2 eggs, beaten

½ cup plus 3 tablespoons buttermilk

1 ½ cups blueberries

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Mix the dry ingredients. Cut shortening or butter into mixture. In a separate bowl, beat eggs and buttermilk. Add to dry ingredients. Mix to form a soft dough. Very lightly fold blueberries into batter. Gently spread into 9 x 13-inch pan and sprinkle with sugar. Bake for 30 to 35 minutes.

A day of berry picking can always develop into an adventure. Robert McCloskey’s iconic children’s book “Blueberries for Sal” reminds us, “Although it was a blueberrying day, there was no telling what would happen next.”

Visit the Maine Wild Blueberry Commission website at: www.wildblueberrycommissionofmaine.org

To learn more, check out the Wild Blueberries website: www.wildblueberries.com <

Before the memory fades: When rattlesnakes inhabited the wetlands and rocky hillsides of Windham and Raymond

By Walter Lunt

Frank McDermott and about 30 others listened intently as historian Mike Davis presented his research on the presence of rattlesnakes in western Maine, including Raymond and Windham, in the 1800s. Davis, who is the assistant director of Bridgton Historical Society, has delved deep into the history of the vipers, and was invited to discuss the topic recently by the Raymond-Casco Historical Society at its museum complex on Route 302 in Casco.

Now frequented by hikers, Rattlesnake Mountain was once
infested with the fearsome Timber rattlesnakes. The town's
early settlers exterminated the vipers 'for the greater good."
COURTESY PHOTO 
He opened the program saying the presence of the timber rattlesnake, also called the mountain adder, with its telltale danger warning like the sound of shaking beads, was far more prevalent than previously thought, occupying dozens of rocky hillsides and wetlands throughout western Maine from the state’s border with New Hampshire east to the Androscoggin River – an indigenous and home-grown part of the Maine landscape. McDermott had a personal interest in the topic; more on that later.

The town of Raymond, according to Davis, was literally the “capital” of rattlesnake country in Maine in the early to mid-1800s. The Oxford Democrat newspaper informed its readers in mid-century that, “…they (timber rattlesnakes) are even found…in Windham and Raymond.” History does not record precisely where in Windham the snake colonies were located but is believed to have been on hillsides around Sebago Lake. Today, the venomous reptile resides in all New England states except Rhode Island and Maine.

Stories about people-encounters with the intimidating but reclusive reptile are numerous in the documents and testimonials of Raymond history.

The most well-known accounts involve early settler entrepreneurs John Cash and Benjamin Smith who, after discovering a mountain near their farms in Raymond was infested with timber rattlers, decided to supplement their agricultural earnings by peddling the therapeutic value of rattlesnake oil for various human ailments, especially rheumatism and neuralgic pain. The pair scoured the big hill they would later dub Rattlesnake Mountain capturing or killing dozens of the beasts using crotched sticks and long knives. Smith related a story, published in 1929 in the Lewiston Evening Journal, about how he caught a snake that had swallowed a woodchuck.

By skinning and boiling the snake’s remains, Smith produced what he called a “cure-all elixir” for multiple human maladies, hawking it at public gatherings such as fairs and militia musters. Suspecting the dangerous venom was released through the snake’s disquieting fangs, Smith removed the long, curvy teeth from live snakes with pincers he used to repair his boots. He entertained his customers by putting live rattlers under his shirt, letting them squirm around his chest and back. History suggests that sales of his elixir were brisk at some venues.

One story about Smith claimed he suffered a bite from one of his captured snakes but survived the wound by covering the wound with mud. Following the close call, it is said he developed the odd habit of darting his tongue in and out of his mouth, mimicking his pets. A different narrative claims that Smith, bitten by a snake that had “regrown” its fangs, died in great agony.

Still another Ben Smith finale story appeared in the Lewiston Saturday Journal (April 3, 1909). Ninety-nine-year-old businessman William Rolfe told the newspaper, “Well, in those days rattlesnakes were very plenty in and around Raymond…they were found by the hundreds, and he (Ben Smith) would catch them alive, defang ‘em, and take ‘em to fairs. But one time he got a big, ugly one and got bitten in the hand.” Rolfe’s story suggested that Smith died from the bite.

And here is where the Ben Smith legend becomes even more murky. According to historian Ernest Knight, Smith’s research and sales prowess “paid off,” as he lived to the age of 82.

John Cash’s demise was recounted in Down East magazine in an October 1977 story; the publication reported, “…Cash handled (the snakes) freely and having removed the fangs (but) ignorant of the fact that these specialized teeth are quite rapidly replaced…Cash was one day found dead in the room he shared with his “pets…”

From the slim historical records, it appears more than just a few people suffered bites and experienced either a lengthy, tormented sickness, or succumbed to dreadful symptoms that included burning pain, blue or black skin color, blistering, facial twitching, puffed-up lips, up to 9 days of fever, fever dreams and slow organ failure.

There was no known cure.

Many fishermen and hunters were known to abandon their activities in fear of encountering the vipers, who were also known to kill cattle and sheep.

Loggers on the slopes of Rattlesnake Mountain who were cutting great oaks for the construction of ships faced jeopardy daily.

Alas, the fearful Raymond inhabitants declared war and resolved to eliminate the threat of timber rattlesnakes entirely. Organized snake hunts utilizing firearms, knives and axes blanketed the mountain. Hundreds of the slithering denizens were killed in a single day. According to Bridgton historian Davis, one enterprising snake hunter captured a live rattler, attached explosives to its tail and released it back to its den, whereupon the explosion exterminated the entire colony.

Subsequently, total annihilation resulted from a combination of wildfires, inbreeding and snake hunts.

Maine Native American folklore acknowledged the timber rattlesnake, claiming its steady rattle and luring gaze was hypnotic and lulled the victim into its strike. The Wabanaki, reported Davis, wore leaves from the ash tree and sported ash bark as both a deterrent and an antidote.

The “Indian method” was adopted by the early European settlers in Maine. Davis reported that an Oxford man swore a sure-fire cure for a bite was to cut the still quivering heart from a live snake and swallowing it. He claimed, “It cured me of the fits.”

Another bogus cure, said Davis, asserted that eating the meat of a rattlesnake prevented consumption (tuberculosis). Whiskey was reported to have lessened many of the symptoms.

By 1870, virtually all the snakes had been destroyed “for the greater good,” observed Davis.

Local lore has it that the last rattlesnake was discovered and killed on the steps of Raymond’s Webbs Mills Church where it surprised the arriving brethren early one Sunday morning.

Modern place names commemorate the presence of the once ubiquitous serpents. History credits John Cash and/or Ben Smith with naming the Raymond Mountain – two ponds: Great Rattlesnake and Little Rattlesnake Ponds also memorialized the great snakes. Fear that the ponds’ conspicuous names would discourage tourism, they were officially changed in the 1920s to Crescent Lake and Raymond Pond respectively. On June 7, 1929, the Lewiston Evening Journal reported, “Rattlesnake Pond…loses its distinctiveness and becomes one of a thousand crystal ponds.”

Although none have been confirmed, to this day, reports of timber rattlesnake sightings persist, which brings us back to Frank McDermott’s encounter.

About 20 years ago, McDermott was looking over property near Raymond Pond where he planned to build a barn.

“I was standing near a rock wall when I heard this strange noise; something I’d never heard before.” Next, he observed a snake, about 3-feet long and “brownish” in color, emerge from beneath the rocks. It disappeared, but then re-emerged, sounding a warning that McDermott determined was the distinctive clatter of a rattlesnake. He never saw it again but wonders to this day if perhaps he had viewed a protracted descendent of the once common reptile of the Raymond countryside.

Such sightings will likely persist into the future.

Windham Historical Society president Susan Simonson contributed research for this story. <

Friday, August 9, 2024

Less than a month remains to complete 2024 PRLT Summer Trail Challenge

By Abby Wilson

Kayak tours, boat rides, and scenic hikes are some of many ways to get outside this summer. If you’re looking for a challenging adventure, look no further than the Presumpscot Regional Land Trusts 2024 Summer Trail Challenge.

Presumpscot Regional Land Trust's 2024 Summer Trail 
Challenge asks participants to complete a series of short 
hikes while experiencing beautiful overlooks, natural
wonders and wildlife at two different locations
in Windham. PHOTO BY ABBY WILSON   
The Trail Challenge dares the curious-minded and adventurous person to complete a series of short hikes while experiencing beautiful overlooks, natural wonders, and wildlife.

If participants complete the challenge before Aug. 31, they will receive one or two prizes.

“The goal of the challenge each year is always to get people out, exploring local trail systems, and discovering nature close to home” says Brenna Crothers, Community Engagement Manager for Presumpscot Regional Land Trust.

Will Sedlack, Executive Director for Presumpscot Regional Land Trust says that in a state with gems like Baxter State Park and Acadia National Park, you don’t have to drive that far from the Portland area to access breathtaking wild nature.

“What we are really trying to highlight with this 1000-acre network is that you can drive 15 minutes from Portland and experience the wild. You can do that on a bike or by trail running or hiking. We think that’s very special and really want people to know about that,” Sedlack said.

In 2023, participants were tasked with visiting a property in each town of the Presumpscot Regional Land Trust’s district.

After a popular first year in 2023, the land trust decided to continue the program, but to focus on only two properties, Lowell Preserve in Windham and the newly opened East Windham Conservation Area.

“This year we decided to put all of our energy into highlighting the connected Lowell and East Windham Conservation Areas,” says Sedlack.

There are six landmarks that trail challenge participants are tasked with locating and photographing.

The first three landmarks are located at East Windham Conservation Area and are accessible by wide paths or dirt roads. They include scenic vistas such as the White Mountains Overlook, the Little Duck Pond Overlook, and the White Mountain Range Panorama.

At Lowell Preserve, participants will find McIntosh Brook, a glacial erratic, and a hidden cave.

With 1,000 acres of land to explore, it’s not easy picking only six places to visit.

“Toby Jacobs, Brenna Crothers, Becca Troast and myself all sat down to come up with a list,” Sedlack said. “It was a team effort by the land trust staff.”

Not everyone has seen all the unique features of the properties, especially at the Lowell Preserve.

“I’m really excited for the ones on the back side of Lowell. People have been visiting Lowell for so many years now and I think it offers an opportunity for folks to go a little deeper into that preserve,” Sedlack said.

The trail challenge also incentivizes people to check out the East Windham Conservation Area for the first time.

Those with partially limited mobility who cannot access technical or rugged trails also have the opportunity to participate. Three of these landmarks can be found by using mostly level-wide paths.

“We want to make sure it’s a welcoming experience for everyone. The property will just get more welcoming for years to come,” Sedlack said. “The Town of Windham is going to be building a Universal Access Trail that’s going to go a mile in from the parking lot at East Windham.”

If you can visit all six landmarks, Trail Challenge participants will receive a hat with PRLT’s new logo.

You only need to visit three landmarks to receive a water bottle which features logos for both the land trust and REI, who is the sponsor of the trail challenge.

“We are so grateful for their support and the staff there. They are a wonderful partner,” Sedlack said. “We hope people get out. We hope people enjoy.”

The Summer Trail Challenge is free for all to participate.

To join the challenge, simply register online and then hit the trail. Remember to take photos at each landmark and then email them to the land trust to receive a prize.

“It’s only possible through community. If you are enjoying the trails, get involved,” Sedlack said. “There’s a lot of different ways to get involved. We look forward to working with and meeting folks in the community.”

Learn more about the Summer Trail Challenge and Presumpscot Regional Land Trust by visiting www.prlt.org/-summer-trail-challenge <

Friday, August 2, 2024

Loon Echo Land Trust conserves 192 acres of forest in Lakes Region

Loon Echo Land Trust (LELT) has announced the permanent conservation of 192 acres of undeveloped forestland in Bridgton. The property was donated to LELT by the Lebovitz family and will be called the Clara and Samuel Lebovitz Forest Preserve.

About 192 acres of undeveloped forest land will be 
conserved by Loon Echo Land Trust and will be called
the Clara and Samuel Lebovitz Forest Preserve.
SUBMITTED PHOTO   
Under LELT’s ownership, permanent public access for hunting, fishing, hiking, and other recreational activities is now secured. The conservation of the land protects a half-mile of shoreline on the northern end of Otter Pond, a mile of tributary streams, and over 70 acres of wetlands. The forested property also hosts significant habitat for waterfowl, wading birds, the endangered Blanding’s turtle, and several rare species of damselflies.

“We are pleased to be able to continue our decades-long partnership with LELT by creating the Clara & Samuel Lebovitz Forest Preserve,” said Peter Lebovitz, grandson of Clara and Samuel Lebovitz. “We know the land will be stewarded in the manner Clara & Sam always wanted it to be and preserved for future generations to enjoy.”

Located in an area of increasing development pressure, Lebovitz Forest is an important addition to the region’s network of conserved lands.

“We’re grateful to the Lebovitz Family for working with LELT to keep their property forested and open to the public forever,” said LELT Board President Sheila Bourque. “Our work to protect Lake Region forests, ponds, and public access to the outdoors depends on the generosity of landowners like the Lebovitz family.”

The property was identified as a high priority for protection by Sebago Clean Waters, a collaborative of 11 partners including LELT working to conserve forestland in the Sebago Lake watershed for water quality protection and other benefits. The 192-acre property is located entirely within the Sebago Lake watershed and plays an important role in safeguarding the water quality of Sebago Lake, which is the source of drinking water for over 200,000 Mainers and many Cumberland County businesses on a daily basis.

Sebago Lake is so clean, thanks in large part to its forested watershed, that it is one of only 50 surface water supplies (out of over 13,000) in the country that is not required to be filtered.

LELT is developing a forest and recreation management plan for the property that will outline forest management goals to promote carbon sequestration and biodiversity, maintain water quality protections, and consider future recreation opportunities on the property.

There are no formal trails on the property, but LELT welcomes walkers, snowshoers, anglers, and hunters to enjoy the forest with access from Kansas Road. A club-maintained snowmobile trail also provides access along the property’s western boundary. LELT will pay property taxes for the land at the Open Space rate, which will result in a tax revenue increase over the current Tree Growth rate for the Town of Bridgton.

The property is the third conserved by the Bridgton-based nonprofit in the past eight months. It comes on the heels of the recently conserved Rolfe Hill Forest (400 acres) in Casco and Sebago Cove Forest (362 acres) in Naples.

The recently conserved land, along with all of the land LELT conserves, is within the traditional and unceded territory of the Abenaki, a member tribe of the Wabanaki Confederacy. The Abenaki First Nations of Odanak and Wôlinak maintain reservations along the St. Francis and St. Lawrence Rivers in the Canadian province of Quebec, where the tribe sought refuge following colonial warfare in the Saco, Presumpscot, and Androscoggin River watersheds during the 17th and 18th centuries.

More information on the Lebovitz Forest can be found by visiting lelt.org/lebovitz-forest.

Loon Echo Land Trust, founded in 1987, is a community supported nonprofit organization that protects land, ensures public access to the outdoors, and builds and maintains recreational trails in Raymond, Casco, Naples, Harrison, Sebago, Bridgton, and Denmark. The organization currently conserves over 9,100 acres of land and manages a 35 mile long trail network across the Lake Region. LELT protects local landmarks like Pleasant Mountain, Bald Pate Mountain, Raymond Community Forest and Hacker’s Hill. For more information about LELT properties, upcoming events, or how to get involved, visit LELT.org or their Facebook page.

Sebago Clean Waters is a collaborative of ten local, regional, and national conservation organizations and the Portland Water District working to protect water quality, community well-being, a vibrant economy, and fish and wildlife habitat in the Sebago region through voluntary forest conservation and stewardship. sebagocleanwaters.org <