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Rhon Bell

Rhon Bell, an outdoor enthusiast, spends his time exploring the Maine Woods and documenting his journeys. Growing up in Aroostook County, he embraced the outdoor lifestyle at a young age. Living today near Portland, he spends weekends and week-long adventures hiking New England summits, canoeing the historic Maine waterways, and ice fishing for lake trout. Follow the journey as Window to the Woods discovers new destinations, and check out his other blog, Backwoods Plaid.

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Posted: April 9, 2013

Popham Beach and Lost Lobster Traps

Lobstering is to Maine as Sunshine is to California. On a recent journey, I traveled up and down a few hundred miles of coast in search of “Lost Lobster Pots”. If a rogue propeller snags the line connecting a pot to a buoy – it’ll be set free. Almost like a message in a bottle, each pot washes onto shore telling a story. Some pots are mangled and multi-colored while others appear in-shape and fresh from the factory. Popham Beach has a real collection of oceanic marvels today.

Blue skies, white contrails of passenger planes, and a mix of rope and pots mark the beach. Windblown ripples of sand on the soft beach lead us, barefoot, to two pots twisted together. Crashing waves of the deep blue ocean silently slide onto shore, washing the sand from beneath our feet. Splashing foam precedes every wave that rolls onto the beach. Within moments, our feet are numb from the cold waters and our boots are back on. The wind blows with strength across the exposed beach. Each shell is blown to a standing position and protects a triangular shaped sand design.

The roads leading up to the beach community are dotted with fishing boats for sale. With a pocket of cash and a bucket of bait, you too could be embracing the ocean depths – leaving behind your office desk in its own lonely solitude. Sounds good to me…



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