Powderhouse Hill, South Berwick ME

Passed by this place early in the morning. Pulled off the road, peered into the cabin lodge, walked up the small hill with fresh power and boarded down. Repeat three times. Hopped back into car. Mission accomplished.

Baker Mountain, Moscow ME

Baker Mountain is an open field on a hill with an outbuilding declaring the club's establishment date of 1937. When I arrived after a hilly ride from Big Squaw and once again outrunning an impending snowstorm, I was greeted with boiler plate ice. I carefully made my way towards the lodge, looked around, strapped on my board and with a prayer made four turns on ice and called it a day.

Stopped at a roadside grocer/cafe just down the road and had a quick bite to eat with Maine's infamous loggers. Drove into the first town with a motel as the snow started to fall heavily. As I stepped out of my car, I heard a smacking sound as a car promptly slid off the road and smacked the embankment. Phew!