When my boots landed on the ground in the Maine Woods in ’65, I went to work for Dead River Timberlands. Back then it was common knowledge in logging circles that sometime between Thanksgiving and Christmas the growing cold would freeze the wet soils, allowing loggers to build ‘winter roads’ without gravel. ‘Winter roads’ would
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