With a deep growl of the engine, John Willard's floatplane rumbles along the surface of Moosehead Lake before drifting upward like a dragonfly taking wing. Beneath the two-seater plane, a mosaic of green and blue unfurls in every direction. Wil-lard points out landmarks, ticking off the names of ponds, lakes, rivers and mountains. Even Willard, whose family has owned The Birches, a local wilderness resort, for more than 40 years, can t name some of the smaller ponds and streams—there are simply toomany of them.
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