XC Skiing: A Fun Way to Get Active
February 23rd, 2021
Two years ago, we moved to Maine for the same reason a lot of people do: we had treasured our annual vacations here, and we longed for an outdoor life that was out of reach in the big city. But unplugging for a week on the remote reaches of the Blue Hill Peninsula each August is vastly different than working and raising a family year round near Maine’s urban core.
So it’s understandable that we get a lot of questions from skeptical family and friends. “How do you like it, now?” they asked during our first winter, when Portland had nearly 90 inches of snow.
No, life does not feel like a permanent vacation. But the truth is, we love living in Maine even more than we enjoyed visiting it. Even when it’s 14 degrees.
Living amongst a critical mass of people who value open space, unspoiled woods and water as much as we do, has given us a quality-of-life upgrade that we never would have dreamed of while living in the aggressive, crowded, noisy, streets of Philadelphia.
Of course, after years of big-city living, all this quality of life took a bit of adjustment.
We scoured the radio dials repeatedly searching for traffic reports to plan our morning commutes — only to realize that there wasn’t one. With so little traffic, who needs a traffic report?
The first night we slept in our new home, we were awakened by the sound of gushing water. We ransacked the rooms in search of a burst pipe or a running faucet before we realized that the were just hearing the creek in our yard.
And that whistling noise that we kept hearing at sunrise? That perfectly-pitched two-toned call that repeated over and over and over? It wasn’t a drunk vagrant stumbling around on the sidewalk, or someone searching for a lost dog, but rather the Black-capped chickadees who sheltered in the Silver Maples in our yard.
But the highlight of our Maine lives has been discovering the abundance of lush, unspoiled woods and million-dollar water views just beyond the beaten paths of our workaday suburban lives.
Mounting scientific research has proven the cascade of psychological, emotional, and physical benefits that go along with close regular encounters with nature—especially for kids. Regular doses of outside time can help prevent obesity, asthma, reduce risk of high blood pressure, Type 2 Diabetes, Vitamin D deficiency, depression, and anxiety, and have even been shown to help improve attention, reduce stress, and alleviate depression.
We are acutely aware of that in my family. And outside exhilaration—in every weather condition—is a non-negotiable. Simply put, the more time outside time we get, the happier we are.
We were introduced to many of Maine’s natural treasures with the help of the local land trusts and non-profit groups that work to conserve land for recreation.
My preschool-aged son and I attended weekly hikes with the Royal River Conservation Trust. Each week, the aptly dubbed “Rain or Shine Club” explores jewels of open space that are nestled just beyond the paved confines of neighborhoods, schools, and shopping centers.
At the weekly outings, which are free and open to the public, we attended the hikes—which were short and extremely manageable for my 40-ish body and my energetic, 4-year-old son. The thrill of discovering so many beautiful expanses hidden in our own back yard was matched by the joy in meeting so many like minded parents of young kids, and outdoor enthusiasts of all ages who moved here for the same reasons we did.
And the discoveries only stoked our appetite for more.
Happily for us, there was no shortage of resources we could turn to for help, thanks to the many agencies, non-profit groups and local outdoor writers who treasure time in nature as much as we do.
Thanks to a map created by Portland Trails, the urban land trust that has built and maintains more than 70 miles of trails in and around the city’s urban core, we discovered the Presumpscot River Preserve, a 48-acre green expanse just beyond the city’s busiest thoroughfares, and the Fore River Sanctuary, an 85-acre preserve that is home to Jewell Falls, Portland’s only natural waterfall.
The excellent “Act Out with Aislinn” column in the Bangor Daily News, a weekly feature and one-minute video by the intrepid outdoors writer Aislinn Sarnacki, led us to a magical Saturday of woods and water in Scarborough, just a 20-minute traffic-free drive from our house. After a morning of surfing and sandcastle-building at Pine Point, and excellent gourmet tacos at El Rayo, we spent the afternoon at Fuller Farm, a 220-acre expanse of preserved fields and forests along the banks of the Nonesuch River, which feeds into Scarborough Marsh, the state’s largest saltwater marsh.
Perhaps the discoveries I have treasured the most have been the unspoiled patches of woods and water, where you can find silence and stillness just a stone’s throw from Maine’s most popular tourist destinations.
The millions of shoppers who flock to Freeport outlets and L.L. Bean’s company store probably have no idea that they are less than a quarter of a mile from Pettingill Farm, a 140-acre expanse of grassy meadows, gnarly technical wooded trails, and postcard-perfect views of the Haraseeket River that is owned by the Freeport Historical Society.
I just love it that you don’t need to wait for summer, trek up Katahdin, or sit in a logjam of traffic with the 4.2 million people who vacation in Maine each year, to savor our state’s wealth of natural treasures.
After two years of living in Maine, and setting out each weekend to find new pockets of natural beauty, you would think that we would have uncovered every secret spot, and reclined into a been-there-done-that state of mind.
But every time we think we’ve seen it all, we’re bowled over all over, and fall in love with Maine all over again.
Here are some tips to stay safe and make the most of your outside time wherever you go, courtesy of Kara Wooldrik, executive director of Portland Trails.
There are a wealth of resources to help you discover many of the open-space treasures in your own backyard and beyond. Here are just a few:
Text and photos: Jennifer Van Allen