Between March 25 and September 18
the first sunlight of the US
morning normally hits Mars Hill in northern Maine ,
just two miles from the border with New
Brunswick . Mars Hill isn’t quite as dramatic as Cadillac Mountain ,
the highest point on the eastern seaboard; it rises only 1,300 feet above the St. John River valley. It is rounded and lumpish, much
more suited to the plain folks of Aroostook
County . The views are
fine, though, taking in Canada
to the east, the great potato fields to the north, and the huge North Woods to
the west. And the air whistles with dollars, for early in Maine ’s wind power craze, Mars Hill was
identified as a prime site. The wind farm now features 28 turbines strung along
the top of the hill, producing enough power for some 20,000 homes.
I had mentally prepared myself for the sight of those
turbines, a kind of wincing bracing of ethics. I wasn’t prepared for the drive
up Route 1, that is, when we stopped on the road south of Mars Hill to view the
glory of Mt. Katahdin off to the west, what stuck in
the eye was not Katahdin but another wind farm, one I didn’t realize was there.
In the view was Stetson, all 55 turbines of it. The sight is holy, or
blasphemous, I’m never quite sure which. What easier way to replace the burning
of carbon! What better way to justify our lifestyle! What uglier way to ruin a
ridge line!
Excerpted from Saving
Maine: A Personal Gazetteer
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