In Aroostook County – as far north as you can go without a passport – gossip tends to come in français first (though the occasional Canadian “eh?” makes an appearance). Bonded by their isolation, Quebecois and American communities showcase a can-do spirit manifested in the decidedly unusual attractions they offer the few outsiders that make it this far into the woods.
You’ll miss the left turn that leads to the best beer bar in the world. Pull a U-turn, veer into the woods and drive about 300 yards through the pines. Welcome to Ebenezer’s.
Once winter arrives, northern Maine’s potato fields turn into a snowmobiler’s dream, with a mind-boggling 2,300 miles of trails.