Island Journal

One Deer, Two Islands

Zach Lunt’s hands are covered in blood and bile and fur. “The fun part is over for me,” he says, midway through field-dressing the buck he just shot. “It’s all work from here on out.” But the work will take far longer than he thinks: Even though the kill was… SEE MORE

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Sam and Doreen Cabot with their goats and sheep

Island Journal

Making Salt Hay While the Sun Shines

Making Salt Hay While the Sun Shines North Haven lamb, once prized on the Boston market, could be again. Story and photos by Scott Sell After nearly a year, Maya, Issie, and Velma still refuse to be sheep. They have acted like goats since their first days on the farm,… SEE MORE

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Island Journal

The Art of Perpetual Motion

He sets off at a lope, elbows carving wide circles, with a gait that hints at decades of making room in crowded fields of runners. His shoulders are rippled with lean muscle, brown. Over the first few yards, he loosens, straightening, getting imperceptibly faster. Passing the graveyard, he points out… SEE MORE

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Hauling in The Puddle

My lobstering career started the day old Chet Wall cut off a finger while repairing wooden traps in our barn. It was mid-July, the height of one of the best lobster seasons we’d had in years. Chet had been working for my father, lobstering around Pleasant Island. Daddy supplied him… SEE MORE

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It All Changes in a Heartbeat

Doesn’t matter which island you’re from or headed to, it’s always The Island. My island was and is and always will be Gotts Island. The one Ruth Moore was remembering when she talked about the place you were homesick for even when you were there. I’d been back and forth… SEE MORE

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Diver Ed

In considering the life of Ed Monat—the Bar Harbor–based marine educator often referred to as Diver Ed—I began to think of Sir Arthur C. Clarke’s assertion, “How inappropriate to call this planet Earth, when clearly it is Ocean.” In the course of Monat’s life as a lobsterman, underwater nature trail… SEE MORE

Kathie Iannicelli in her greenhouse on Monhegan

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My Garden in Your Backyard

Monhegan in late January is the antithesis of the island’s summertime buzz of endless work, activities and hordes of day-trippers. The days are short and bitter: the wind surges off the harbor and shakes the spruce and pushes against the house clapboards violently. And at night, with the stars frozen… SEE MORE

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In It For The Long Haul

To many residents and visitors alike, summer on a Maine island means one thing above all others: that most wonderful of culinary and sensory experiences—a Maine lobster dinner—succulent white meat dripping with drawn butter, served near the ocean. While finding the perfect spot to enjoy a lobster, visitors may stroll… SEE MORE