While surfing the net, I came across some essays from someone who use to live in the cabin next door to Cozy Cove. It's about his wilderness experiences here in Jackman. I loved reading them and wanted to share them with you. Here's an excerpt from one of them:

The only sounds in this wilderness are a gentle breeze flowing through the branches, murmuring waterfalls slipping through the ice covered steam, and gentle chic-a-dee-dee-dee notes coming from my new feathered forest creatures. I can hear my heartbeat and breathing as I lift each snowshoe above the deep soft snow toward my wilderness destiny.

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Experiencing new territory for the first time is breathtaking. The abundant fresh animal tracks in the snow compare to the abundant human tracks on the snow covered city sidewalks.

Approaching Mud Pond, I spot a red fox struggling through the deep soft snow. The blue sky lost it battle against snow clouds, as it begins to snow. The gentle breeze gains strength, as I cross Mud Pond. Following my tracks beside Wood Stream, the forest shields me from icy chill of the wind, and gentle flakes of snow float to the ground, simulating the gentle fall of goose feathers. It is late afternoon. Getting closer to the mouth of Wood Stream at Wood Pond, I hear a strange noise. Picking up my pace, I hurry to see what may be causing it.

Arriving at Wood Pond, I become aware of what is happening. My heart races.



You can read the whole essay and many others at his site:

Northwestern Wilderness Of Maine
Personal Essays

http://w3.ime.net/~eldorado/

I hope you enjoy them as much as I have!