Maine Woods Ramblin’

My world-rambling brother Peter has sent a bulletin from the northern Maine forest, where he is catching his breath in the middle of a book project and, as always, exploring the local history. Peter published Podunk: Ramblin’ to America’s Small Places in a Delapidated Delta 88, which remains the definitive portrait of locales far off the beaten track, and a perfect reflection of his restless, questing mind.

Pete

What you can’t get enough of in Podunk are Pete’s vivid photographs, and his pictures of Moosehead Lake in Maine are definitely worth sharing. He’s been spending time around Mount Kineo.

mt kineo cliffs

Mount Kineo’s wild beauty has long been celebrated, but few know it abuts a piece of land called Misery Gore, an “untrampled” place Pete investigated for Podunk. Gores are highly unusual geographical features, Pete’s research shows, limited to Vermont and Maine, “largely forgotten anachronisms that don’t much impact most peoples’ lives in any profound way.”

He says that the source of Misery Gore’s name might be its preponderance of black flies, or it being “a miserable place to survey, log, hunt, and birdwatch,” or that it’s overgrown with briars and brambles, or that “a French-Canadian logger from Miseree once passed through this neck of the woods.” The parcel is wedge-shaped, crisscrossed with nothing but dirt roads.

It is, however, Penobscot country – the tribe has a reservation near Bangor known as Old Town — and on this trip Peter reacquainted himself with some of his Podunk contacts, three generations worth, including 50-year-old Andrew Tomer, his 12- year-old nephew and his father, Penobscot elder Francis.

Francis Tomer

Penobscot, Peter told me, means “where the stream runs by the mossy rock that is white when dry.”

Mount Kineo’s 800-foot cliffs of rhyolite were carved by the Indians into arrowheads. “Thoreau cut himself on this flint-like rock,” Peter writes, “which he called ‘hornstone.’”

arrow heads

“Some Native Americans believed that the cliffs under water were bottomless” Peter told me. He took a ferry to the Tomers’ dock. “After a dinner of well-grilled steak, corn on the cob, green beans from the garden and small spanish olives with pimentos, Francis took out a cigar box with all the arrowheads, marbles, stone tools, etc., and told me about them,” said Peter. Andrew, he reported, was very quiet. “He wanted to remember the stories for future generations.”

clay marbles

“Basket weaving by the Penobscot can be quite intricate,” says Pete.

basket 1

“First, pieces of ash are soaked in water. Then each one must be individually sanded down.”

basket 2

These baskets were made by a woman who lives in Rockwood, Maine, on the shore of Moosehead Lake. There Peter saw mushrooms. Fresh, with a garnish of smooth stones.

mushroom

And fossilized.

fossil mushroom

A sculpture of some kind.

stone sculpture

A piece of the rhyolite from which arrowheads are carved.

piece of rhyolite

Wampum.

wampum

An ancient knife used to carve walking sticks.

old knife used tomake canes

An initialed pipe left by an early settler.

pipe

A deerskin cap.

deerskin copy

A deerskin pouch adorned with a baby snapping turtle shell that Peter plans to bring with him when he leaves.

pouch

A celebration of all that is old and new and precious in these cool, mysterious Maine Woods.

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7 responses to “Maine Woods Ramblin’

  1. ANN HOFFER

    Thanks, Peter. *Unsurveyed* is the key word missing from my understanding of gore. Also, I’d completely forgotten the name of that movie; at least I wasn’t thinking of it consciously. Hahaha.

  2. @ Ann. I think Kathy Bates already played the role, as well as several ex-girlfriends ;(
    A gore is a triangular/wedge-shaped (usually) piece of land, similar to a county or township, unincorporated and sparsely (if at all) populated, that (apparently) surveyors didn’t account for when they were laying out square-shaped townships. Some date back to Revolutionary days. (Gore comes from the earlier English word gar, meaning spear-point.)
    Tomorrow I am going to Coburn Gore, on the Maine/Quebec border! Hopefully U.S. Customs will not take my car apart.
    As for the picture, it’s a nice shirt at any rate!

  3. ANN HOFFER

    Great Mushroom! Great Name: Misery Gore! What is a gore, geographically? Is it something more than a triangular piece of land? Anyway, I think *Ms. Misery Gore* would be a wonderful name for an intriguing character in a story, too.

  4. I’m enjoying a trip but it would be more fun if I had someone to share sunsets and candlelit dinners with… podunkpete@gmail.com hahaha

  5. Still awaiting your post w/pics!

  6. M.

    Here we are in southern Bavaria, reading our daughter’s blog on our son’s trip to Maine. What a wonderful world of communication!

    Mom & Dad

  7. Gil Reavill

    Great shots, Pete!

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