The Stories

“There are not many places I can go—not with this scooter, not if you want to see something,” says Frank Hart who rolls down the jetty road in his wheelchair while his friend Steve Bonin walks beside him. ...

. . . Munchie gently picked up and carried every one of the seven fuzzy coyote pups back to the den and nudged them inside. ...

"It's a mushroom. It's called hen of the woods. And it's really good. It usually grows on the foot of the oak and comes out this time of year. So this mushroom, this 'hen' is the fruit of mycelium, right? It's the fruit of a really big organism that connects all those trees. And...

We spent days swimming, skipping rocks, chasing each other, and eating a lot. We collected driftwood for huge campfires and told scary stories at night....

Sometimes we had a clambake on the shore with a campfire and we'd sit around the fire telling stories or perhaps singing. I played the mandolin ... , ...

As we explored the island’s rocky shores, we stumbled upon an extraordinary find—a Native American ax head artifact…...

Sears Island is the only close place I have to recharge myself. It's quiet, no traffic. It's beautiful. I love being here. It's an amazing place....

My first Maine island experience occurred almost eighty years ago when friends invited my family to stay for a month in their house on an island in the middle of Casco Bay....

The island has been singing For so long, so long — Slowly, we learn to hear — Slowly, we learn to sing....

When I was in my early teens (in the mid-1960s) I was in the Boy Scouts and we used to go camping on Sears Island....