Last week, the Beehive Collective house packed into a car at four in the morning and headed north into Northern Maine in search of a secret surprise that was rumored to be hiding deep in the woods. Here's the whole story after the jump.
We sat around at dinner and my dear friend Kehben told us that she wanted to bring us somehwere, but we couldn't know what was at the end. She printed a topo map and directions, blocking out all the names that might give something away.
We woke up at 4:30am and drove four hours down state highways, eventually making it to the Golden Road. We had to take dirt logging roads and two-tracks for the last two hours of our trip.
Eventually, the two track got too dense to keep driving down, so we parked to hike in the rest of the way. None of us had ever been to the spot we were going, not even sure that it really was there.
We got a ways down the two-track and there was a trail veering off into the woods. It was marked by colorful ribbons all around it. The ribbons led us pretty much the whole way, as it was hard to see much of the trail. We knew from all the multi-colored ties that we must be going in the right direction. There were no signs or indicators besides those. We all wore orange being that we are in Northern Maine in the middle of October.
After what felt like a couple miles down the trail, we came upon train tracks in the middle of the forest. Trees grew straight up through them, and they were covered in plants and lichen. We followed these for a while longer until we came to what we'd been looking for.
Abandoned and unmarked, the two steam locomotives had been left to rust away in the middle of nowhere. The scene was too magic to be real. Next to the locomotives was a track full of lumber cars that used to carry wood across the isthmus that we were standing on. Beyond those were a lake. We explored the ruins, ate pie, and had climbed the trains. It was a good day.
Here's our Beehive team photo, all of us pretty smug that we made it to the ghost train.