writer, photographer, adventurer
I begin to panic. As I stare into an open Styrofoam container of frozen fillets of lionfish wrapped in plastic and tucked in between blocks of dry ice, I wonder if the $120 I shelled out for this package will be worth it. Eight friends are coming over for dinner the next afternoon and here …
Sitting in the front of a canoe, I dipped my paddle into the salty waters of the Damariscotta River, a nineteen-mile long tidal river that feeds into the Gulf of Maine. A faint breeze rippled the evergreen reflections on the surface like brush strokes of an impressionist painting. All was calm on my morning paddling …
Kristan Uhlenbrock 