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The view of Katahdin and the Travelers from Patten.

The view of Katahdin and the Travelers from Patten.

Last weekend I took a trip far into the north woods, almost to the Matagamon Gate of Baxter State Park. Rather than entering Baxter, though, this trip went into the adjacent, and less well-known, Elliotsville Plantation trails along the Penobscot River. You may have heard of Elliotsville by other names in recent years– particularly in reference to a Maine Woods National Park. For this trip, I joined a group from the Natural Resources Council of Maine to cross-country ski several miles into the northern portion of the Katahdin Woods & Waters park and see what the area had to offer.

Saddling up at the parking lot, just beneath Horse Mountain.

Saddling up at the parking lot, just beneath Horse Mountain.

The drive into Matagamon highlighted the reasons that this area would be ripe for increased tourism. Along the road to Patten, we were treated to stunning views of the entire range of ice-crusted mountains in Baxter Park, from Katahdin all the way to the Travelers. As we neared the gate, the Traveler Range loomed high above. We passed dozens of snowmobile trails and several businesses that catered to snow travelers. They seemed plenty busy on this cold, clear winter day, but the group of skiers added several customers to their ranks.

Starting the trip, skiing toward Bald Mountain.

Starting the trip, skiing toward Bald Mountain.

It was a fairly late start from the northern trailhead, but skiing along groomed trails directly beneath Billfish and Bald Mountains made for speedy travel. The trails were originally logging roads, and are now modeled after Acadia’s carriage roads in terms of recreational opportunities (biking, horseback riding, and walking in summer, skiing and snowshoeing in winter), so the views are a little different from what you’d be used to in Baxter State Park. Rather than high mountain views, we looked up at the mountains from old clear cuts, and at the river from campsites along the banks.

A section of trail alongside the East Branch of Penobscot River.

A section of trail alongside the East Branch of Penobscot River.

Looking up at Bald Mountain and the Traveler from a frozen marsh.

Looking up at Bald Mountain and the Traveler from a frozen marsh.

Some of the oppositional commentary I’ve heard about the National Park idea has focused on the fact that the most spectacular scenery in the region is already in Baxter, but those ideas seem curmudgeonly and stubborn once you’ve had the opportunity to lose yourself in your thoughts in the deep woods here. I, for one, would love to walk the length of the Katahdin Woods, then paddle back along the Penobscot for a woods and waters version of a loop. I can imagine thousands of other visitors benefiting from the same kind of experience. For the long-distance hiker, there’s also the possibility of a sixty-mile loop, combining the International Appalachian Trail in Katahdin Woods & Waters, and several trails in Baxter. This would take some advanced logistics and planning, but would make for a lovely week in the woods.

Haskell Hut, a welcome sight for weary legs.

Haskell Hut, a welcome sight for weary legs.

Warming up in the recently renovated hut.

Warming up in the recently renovated hut.

The trek ended at Haskell Hut, one of several campsites within the park. This was a renovated logging camp at the edge of a deadwaters on the river, complete with bunks, wood stove, and a fine view over the marsh. I imagine that in the summer and spring, this place would be prime for watching birds and other wildlife. For winter, it’s a great spot to stop in and warm up before heading back to Matagamon.

Haskell Rock in the Penobscot.

Haskell Rock in the Penobscot.

Looking upstream from Haskell Rock, toward Billfish Mountain.

Looking upstream from Haskell Rock, toward Billfish Mountain.

The ski out was just as pleasant as the ski in, with more views of the Travelers and Bald Mountain, and the sun dipping low to the horizon as we neared the cars. The day’s miles had extended a little further than planned, which made for either the longest or second longest day of cross country skiing I’ve ever done. The gentle grades of the old logging roads, and the freshly groomed trails certainly helped, but I still needed a few days of rest after this one. I am still a little exhausted, but it was worth every second of aching muscles to be out there.

Heading out in the afternoon, under the looming Traveler.

Heading out in the afternoon, under the looming Traveler.

Flagstaff Hut, on the shores of Flagstaff Lake, is the most popular of the huts, and with very good reason.

Flagstaff Hut, on the shores of Flagstaff Lake, is the most popular of the huts, and with very good reason.

For my birthday this year, my mom treated Yvonne and me to two nights at the Maine Huts system in the northwestern mountains of Maine. We cross-country skied a total of 28 miles (3, 11, and 14 miles over three days, which is more than twice as much as I’ve ever xc skied before) in some of the finest, most gorgeous terrain you could ask for.

Winter affords views you won't often get in summer. Here's Little Bigelow, with the two main peaks of Mt Bigelow in the background, all from a snow-covered bog.

Winter affords views you won’t often get in summer. Here’s Little Bigelow, with the two main peaks of Mt Bigelow in the background, all from a snow-covered bog.

If you haven’t heard of the Maine Huts, they are currently four large, backcountry huts (inspired by the AMC White Mountain Huts, but with a twist), created and operated by a relatively new non-profit organization. The four current huts are located in the Carabassett Valley area, which is already a major outdoor recreation area due to Sugarloaf ski resort, the Bigelow Preserve, Flagstaff Lake, the Appalachian Trail, and more. The Maine Huts system adds backcountry lodges with about 80 miles of cross-country ski trails (also used in summer for hiking and mountain biking).

The main dining hall of Poplar Stream Falls hut. I didn't get a picture of the fine lounge with comfy chairs and a library, but this gives a good impression of the place.

The main dining hall of Poplar Stream Falls hut. I didn’t get a picture of the fine lounge with comfy chairs and a library, but this gives a good impression of the place.

Since I worked at a similar system of camps for the AMC in 2008, which is when the first of the Maine Huts opened, I was extra curious to see how things worked. These huts have more in common with the White Mountain huts than with AMC’s Maine Wilderness camps as far as the setup– one main lodge with a central kitchen and lounging space, then bunk rooms for guests– but their setting is very much Maine.

Mom and Yvonne get a close look at Poplar Stream Falls, near the first hut.

Mom and Yvonne get a close look at Poplar Stream Falls, near the first hut.

The cross country ski trails are mostly situated on old logging roads that have been re-purposed, and several newer hiking trails have been cut by the Huts organization’s trail crew. The terrain is lots of glaciated rolling hills through mixed northern forest. Large rivers and lakes and mountains are ever present. I find that region of Maine is extremely distinctive compared to the more mountainous regions of New Hampshire and Vermont, or the southern New England forests in Massachusetts and Connecticut.

An afternoon jaunt across Flagstaff Lake gave us some nice views of the Bigelow Range. I can't wait to come back again!

An afternoon jaunt across Flagstaff Lake gave us some nice views of the Bigelow Range. I can’t wait to come back again!

The huts themselves are pretty spectacular, with all sorts of state-of-the-art technology for functioning off the grid. Super-efficient wood furnaces heat the water for showers and the kitchen, and power central radiant heating, making all of the buildings nice and toasty even in a cold winter day. Solar voltaic and mini-hydro generators power the lights in the huts as well as a few other electrical needs. Supplies are shipped in by snowmobile every week, but otherwise things are pretty self-sufficient.

No longer used for logging, the old roads make fine cross-country ski trails.

No longer used for logging, the old roads make fine cross-country ski trails.

Skiing over trails that had once been part of Maine’s vast network of logging roads was an interesting paradox– even with active logging roads not far away, and the very cushy huts all around, this area felt more wild than much of the hiking I’ve done in New Hampshire and Vermont recently. Really, when it comes down to my personal definition of “wilderness”, the Wildernesses of the national forests in the Northeast don’t cut it. For me, it has more to do with distance from cities, lack of crowds, and proximity to a rustic way of life. Even if that doesn’t count as true wilderness, it still feels more wild to me. Places like the Cohos Trail, the far north of the Long Trail, and most of Maine provide that feeling of wildness. We even saw a few logging trucks and an active logging operation, but the setting still seemed plenty remote to me.

Yvonne shows off her new XC skills.

Yvonne shows off her new XC skills.

There are four huts in the Maine Huts system now, the most recent having been finished this winter, but the long-term goal is for a dozen huts and a hundred more miles of trails. I can think of few more worthy goals out there. The Cohos Trail comes to mind as a similar project, creating a totally new system of non-motorized outdoor recreation trails where previously there were none, trying to bring more attention to the natural beauty of the area, and, in the case of Maine Huts, also showcasing resource conservation techniques in their buildings.

A fine place for lunch, halfway between Poplar Stream Falls and Flagstaff huts. Fine company, too.

A fine place for lunch, halfway between Poplar Stream Falls and Flagstaff huts. Fine company, too.

I could go on much more about the huts– the startlingly good food (dinner on night one was barbeque short ribs and a fresh slaw for which I wish I’d stolen a recipe) and the amazing settings (an afternoon ski across Flagstaff Lake with views of the Bigelow Range), but you’ll just have to check them out sometime.

Mom kicks our butts at skiing on the last day. Age definitely doesn't slow her down one bit.

Mom kicks our butts at skiing on the last day. Age definitely doesn’t slow her down one bit.

Yvonne and I ended the few days bruised and battered from falling so often, but it was well worth the pain. And then on the trip back to New Hampshire, we had an extra night in Maine due to a white-out blizzard that caught up to us in Portland. I’ll count that as a good sign that I need to come home to Maine more often.