Maine TNC

Sometimes you need to sit back, sip wine, and watch the storm overtake your surroundings.

As the beavers slapped their tails, and the moose took cover in the undergrowth, we had the better end of the deal. The heat radiating off of the wood burning stove, and the company of friends and like-minded people made this stay in Maine one to remember.

As the rain trickled over the single pained glass windows of the 5th generation owned West Branch Pond Camp, guests talked about the conservation efforts happening in these north woods, dreams of walking the Appalachian Trail on the ridge just across the pond, and which species of animals they have seen on their exploratory hikes.

We were where cell coverage was nonexistent, and nature was truly wild.