Come to your senses in the middle of Muscongus Bay

August 07, 2005|Melissa Waterman, Globe Correspondent

Maine -- When you spend a week at Hog Island Audubon Camp in Muscongus Bay, you must bring the requisite wool and windbreaker to combat the cool air rising from the chilly Atlantic. You also must bring something intangible: your five senses.

''Observation is the key," says Seth Benz, camp director, on the first night of a weeklong course on the natural history of the Maine coast. ''Keep your eyes open and your ears cocked!"

Forty-nine adventurous people have signed up for the class, which promises to introduce us to the botany, biology, and ecology of coastal Maine in just six days. Ten students are teenagers, who have their own instructors and schedule of activities. The 39 adults hail from West Virginia, New York, California, Alaska, Maryland, and Florida, among other places, and bring varying degrees of knowledge about the natural world.

''I'm here to take pictures of flowers," announces Nancy Gill of Wisconsin, whose $1,000 fee for the week has been partially underwritten by her local garden club. Margaret Pearson, a fourth-grade science and math teacher from South Portland, wants to refresh her marine biology before heading back to the classroom in the fall. For Cecilia Rogers, who moved recently from New York to Washington, D.C., to take a position as art director for Conservation International, her motivation is simple: ''I'm looking for some peace and quiet on the coast," she acknowledges with a smile.

The island camp where all have congregated was started in 1936 by the National Audubon Society and is managed now by Maine Audubon. The 330-acre island of spruce, fir, white pine, and exquisite glades of ferns and moss is the legacy of a determined mother and daughter team. Mabel Loomis Todd and her astronomer husband , David Todd, were enjoying their traditional summer sailing trip through Muscongus Bay in 1908 when Mabel, alarmed by the lumbering on Hog Island, decided to buy it. Several years later, she had amassed nearly all of the little lots on the island, and she and her husband built a small cabin in which they spent many subsequent summers with their daughter, Millicent.

When her mother died in 1932, Millicent Todd Bingham inherited the island, including all but one outstanding lot owned by a local couple. In the depths of the Depression, the local couple told Millicent they intended to cut and sell the trees on their property. She asked them to give her time to find a way to purchase their lot.

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