The road north, up Route 16, hasn’t changed much in all the years I have driven it. I always get a good feeling when I get north of Berlin and the road narrows.

At the first site of the boom piers, that dot the center line of the Androscoggin River, I am transported back in time to the era of the log drives. The air is different now and the pine trees are more pointed here. As I drive along the road, I can’t keep my eyes off of the river; always looking for wildlife and maybe a rise.

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