Halloween on Peaks – The Sacred and the Profane

If you are lucky you will be on Peaks Island for the Sacred and Profane. This event takes place at Battery Steele, an old WWII installation tucked into the middle of the Island. It’s a free for all of Portland’s artists, illusionists, creatives types and people who like a scare, with volunteer installations of music and art, and costumes, meant to haunt and inspire. As Owen Sandersen writes “I liken it to Burning Man meets arthaus meets classy haunted hayride. It draws lots of Maine College of Art (MECA) students and off-islanders, who build elaborate experiences and art installations deep inside the Battery.”

Word of the event tends to travel via word of mouth, so ask around.  Some say its on the night of the October full moon.

En route to the Battery enjoy the Island’s very creative Halloween decorations.   Check the Calendar for more official Halloween events.

With thanks to Owen Sanderson

New Public Restroom on Peaks Island !

The City of Portland and the Peaks Island Council have worked together to install a much needed public toilet in an area away from Down Front.

The toilet won’t be obvious to the casual hiker, but you can find it at Trott Littlejohn Park, on Florida and Island Avenue, just under 1 mile from the ferry terminal.   Google maps link to Trott Littlejohn

While visiting, check out Trott Littlejohn and its community garden.

For other toilet locations see http://peaksisland.info/FAQ

Toilet at Trott Littlejohn

Exploring the Charm of Peaks Island in Autumn

As the air turns crisp and leaves don their red and golden hues, there’s no better time to escape the bustling city and embrace nature’s seasonal transformation. Nestled just off the coast of Portland, Maine, Peaks Island stands as a quiet retreat for those seeking a quintessential autumn getaway.
Peaks Island, known for its serene beauty and tranquil ambiance, takes on an entirely new charm as summer crowds disperse, making way for the magic of autumn.
The island’s compact size makes it ideal for exploration by foot or bike. Travel along the rugged coastline, where waves crash against weathered rocks – Peaks Island is a rare place in Maine with coastal access.  Take a leisurely  hike through the many trails in the woods (see MAPS).   Capture the vistas from Battery Steele, a former military fort turned lookout point. The panoramic views of the Atlantic Ocean, framed by fiery foliage, provide an excellent backdrop for your snapshots.

Photo © Curtis Rindlaub

As the sun begins to dip below the horizon, warm up with a cup of hot apple cider or beverage of your choice or indulge in a snack from the island’s local cafes, restaurants or Hannigan’s Market.
Don’t forget to explore the artistic side of the island too – galleries and studios often feature the work of local artisans.
Many businesses curtail their hours after Labor Day so be sure to check.
(thank you ChatGPT!)

Peaks Island Beaches

Peaks Island: Public Beaches

Not to start on a down note but  – public beaches on Peaks are limited.  Also all but one lack toilet sand none have shower facilities.

In Maine, beaches are private property to the LOW water mark. Homeowners generally tolerate people walking along their beach but unless you are fishing or clamming you don’t have the right to beach access.

Sandy Beach is on the South Side of the Island and is marked on the map as location 8.   MAP  It overlooks Whitehead Passage and Cushing’s Island  and true to its name is a rare Maine sandy beach.  Access is down a rather steep ramp, not accessible for people with disabilities.

One of the island’s most popular public beaches is Centennial Beach, somewhat rocky but also with sand that gently slopes into the water, making it an ideal spot for swimming and building sandcastles with loved ones. On the North side of the Island it can be accessed by taking Island Avenue past the school to to City Point Road — NOT Centennial St.   However this is not a public beach, it is owned by Central Maine Power, and they do occasion shoo people off.

Cairn Beach,  location 16 on the MAP, is a rocky area where you can enjoy tide pools and building rock cairns and sculptures.  You can’t swim there though

Cairn Beach

The beach to the right of the Ferry Pier as you exit also is used by the public,  its not clear who owns it but its below City property so probably owned by the City.  Its not far from the public toilets, a plus.

 

Winter on Peaks Island

https://downeast.com/our-towns/peaks-island-maine/

 

By Mira Ptacin
Photographed by Greta Rybus
From our December 2017 issue

Sometime after the leaves have fallen, after the last googly-eyed tourists and summer folk have headed home, after the last skyscraping cruise ship has left Portland Harbor, a palpable shift occurs on Peaks Island. The collective blood pressure of the year-rounders seems to plunge, leaving us all a bit lightheaded at our own seclusion. From its midsummer peak, the population drops by nearly two-thirds, leaving only around 900 of us, although it feels like even fewer. Cottages are boarded up. The roads, teeming weeks ago with overstuffed SUVs and tipsy sightseers in golf carts, are all but abandoned, turning avenues into playgrounds and side streets into basketball courts. By Thanksgiving, Casco Bay’s most popular tourist attraction looks like it has simply shuttered for the off-season: a bit bleak, often dark, occasionally covered in snow.

“If you want to know what Peaks Island is really like, you have to live here for at least one winter,” explains Lisa Penalver, a neighbor I bump into most mornings while walking my kids to school. Lisa has a decade of them under her belt, my family and I half of that. Staring down my sixth with equal parts anticipation and anxiety, I decided to ask a few of my neighbors about our love-hate relationship with solitude, about whether they, like me, feel the strongest sense of community when we’re all alone out here, shoveling our walkways and small-talking on the ferry and trying not to get on one another’s nerves.

Lisa is the chair of the Peaks Island Council, an advisory body created a decade ago to give Peaks residents more of a voice in city affairs in Portland, of which Peaks is technically a part, though it’s a 20-minute ferry ride and — in winter, especially — seemingly a universe away. She moved from Alaska to the island where her dad went to high school (back in the 1950s, when Peaks Island had a high school), looking for a safe place to raise her daughter, somewhere she could let her kid walk to school on her own. In the summer, Penalver works on-island as a landscaper; in winter, she does graphic design and art. Such seasonal dual lifestyles aren’t uncommon on Peaks.

“After you’ve made it through your first winter and it hasn’t made you crazy,” she says, “the remove and the isolation are something that you relish.”

If you want to know what Peaks Island is really like, you have to live here for at least one winter.

— Lisa Penalver

Paradoxically, the isolation of Peaks in winter is what brings islanders together. Because to psychologically survive here during the winter months, when it’s dark before dinnertime, you have to get creative. There are few people in the streets, and most stores and all but one restaurant and a coffee shop are boarded up until June. So you join the Peaks Island Ukulele Band, or the knitting circle, or the laughter yoga club, or Tai Chi at the community center. You go to open gym nights at the school or Saturday night movies at the island library. Something, anything, to avoid growing lonesome.

Peaks Island, Maine
Left to right: Barbara Filipos, Joyce Landry, Becky Lynch, and Kami Lynch play Scrabble at the Peaks Cafe, a winter ritual at the island’s much-loved coffee shop.

Increasingly, say longtime residents like Penalver, the onset of isolation feels like a reprieve. In recent years, the number of tourists and day-trippers to our little island of 750 acres — barely a square mile — has ballooned. Ferry ridership has increased an average of 2½ percent per year since 2011. Last July, nearly 140,000 people ferried out to Peaks. In the summer months, residents often have to cut in line or extend their elbows just to muscle onto the boat, to get home on time, maybe to pick up their kids from school.

“Traditionally, there’s been a summer population of people whose homes have been in the family for a really long time,” Lisa says. “Now, what we have on Peaks Island in summer is this theme park attitude: this place is here for my entertainment.”

It’s why, by summer’s end, Penalver and many islanders all but pine for the cold and dark, the emptiness and sequestration.

Before Europeans showed up, the Abenaki people fished and foraged on Peaks, and white settlers started doing the same in the early 1600s. By the 1880s, two villages (called Forest City and Trefethen) had popped up at opposite ends of the island. The names of their founding families — Brackett, Sterling, Trefethen, Littlejohn, Reed — are unavoidable around the island, in our cemeteries and on our street signs.

Entertainment and hospitality infrastructure sprung up in the 1890s — three summer stock theaters, 16 inns, whole neighborhoods of cottages built for summer residents. By the turn of the century, the island had an amusement park, a hot-air balloon ride (always roped to the earth), a bowling alley, a shooting range, a dance hall, boutiques, salons, and plenty of restaurants. A dozen steamboat companies serviced what had rapidly become known as “The Coney Island of Maine.”

Amy’s childhood memories are of an island that felt slower and more neighborly.

The Depression squelched much of that energy, and the city of Portland turned a glut of foreclosed properties into subsidized housing. World War II saw the construction of the Peaks Island Military Reservation, intended to defend Portland Harbor, where nearly 900 soldiers were stationed. Most military families left after the war, but a wave of new civilians settled in their wake. Housing stock was cheap — Portlanders nicknamed Peaks “welfare island” — and by the 1970s, the island had become known as a refuge for frugal young families, artists, and other bohemian types.

These are the people in your neighborhood — the faces of Peaks Island, from top: artist and teacher Jessica Townes George with daughter, Naomi; Marty Mulkern, head of the island’s public works department; the kids of the Peaks Island Children’s Workshop; Naomi George, snow lover; students May Winter, left, and Simone Daranyi, right, on the ferry; Liz Johnson, kayaking guide and web designer; retired STEM nonprofit director Randy Schaeffer, with canine companion Cerberus; Pastor Angela Rotherham at the island’s Brackett Memorial United Methodist Church.

By the time she was born in 1981, my neighbor Amy Semon’s family already had deep roots on Peaks. Tuttle, the surname she was born with, belongs to a large, multi-generational family of year-rounders. “Back when I was a kid,” Amy says, “you weren’t just on a Portland neighborhood that was surrounded by water on all sides — you were actually living on an island.”

We sit on her porch, chatting as Logan, the younger of her two sons, climbs up and down the steps and periodically begs to be taken clamming down the road on Centennial Beach. About half of Peaks Island residents commute in and out of Portland; both Amy and her husband, Jamie, work on the island. Amy does a little of everything — cleaning homes and municipal buildings, mowing lawns — while taking care of her boys. Jamie works for the city — plowing in winter, picking up garbage and recycling, operating a backhoe or an excavator — and he’s a volunteer firefighter to boot. Amy’s childhood memories are of an island that felt slower and more neighborly year-round. She roamed freely as a kid, knew the island’s deer by their nicknames. There were fewer cars then, fewer municipal rules, less attention from Portland City Hall. Fewer retirees migrating from big cities. And next to no giant summer homes dwarfing those of the year-round residents.

Locals mingle on the Peaks ferry, and the terminal scene is comparatively mellow in winter.

Peaks Islanders have launched six campaigns to secede from Portland: in 1883, 1922, 1948, 1955, and 1992, and with a sustained effort in the late 2000s. The last was prompted largely by rising property taxes and led to an island-wide preliminary vote that found 58 percent of islanders favoring secession.

But the state legislature, which has to approve all formal secession referenda, declined to do so twice. What the island did get was the Peaks Island Council, which meets to discuss islanders’ concerns and advises Portland officials on island affairs. Lisa Penalver joined shortly after its founding; during her tenure, the council has addressed everything from air pollution to a dearth of public restrooms. The council meets every month at the island community center, and Amy Semon (who, for all her nostalgia, voted against secession last time around) is a frequent attendee.

Despite all its changes, Amy admits, the island can still feel like a splendid community apart — especially in winter. “You can still let your child run free, and the whole village looks out for the kids,” she says. “We all try to help one another, and it’s rare that someone will be left out.”

Peaks Island, Maine
Barbara Filipos works with one of the residents at Horse Island Camp, which leads summer youth equestrian camps and provides a home for rescued horses.

May Winter is surprisingly bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when she meets me at the Peaks Cafe at 6:30 a.m., 45 minutes before her ferry leaves for Portland. We’re munching on breakfast rolls as the 16-year-old explains the crux of her daily schedule: she lives or dies by the ferry. But Winter’s used to it. She started commuting to school in sixth grade, when she, like all Peaks kids who aren’t homeschooled, began attending middle school on the mainland. These days, the ferry and a short walk bring her to Portland’s Baxter Academy charter school, where she’s a junior.

“Commuting was terrifying at first,” she remembers. “I rarely left the island in fifth grade, and that was with a big group of island mothers and daughters. But when I started going on my own and got over my fear, I fell in love with Portland and everything it offers.”

It’s a rite of passage for Peaks kids, and it teaches them responsibility, among other things. After school, Winter has to hustle to make the 3:15 ferry. Often as not, she has activities or simply hangs around downtown Portland with her friends, then takes the 4:30 or 5:35 boat. Should she miss the 5:35, she’s stuck until the 7:15 ferry boards — which means she’s not home until 8 p.m. The ferry, May says, has taught her how to grow up, how to be more self-reliant and move easily among folks decades older than she is.

Life on the island seems to begin once the 7:15 ferry has left.

“Peaks Island kids are comfortable around adults,” she explains, “because there aren’t a lot of kids out here, and you have to talk to grownups on the boat if you’re riding alone and have to ask someone to help you. You have to look for people to support you, and a lot of times on the island, it’s grown-ups.”

As we chat, commuters pop in and out of the Peaks Cafe — where owner Lisa Lynch and her right-hand woman, Ellen Huston, have memorized most folks’ daily orders — before heading to Portland for the day. Peaks is the only Portland neighborhood where almost all residents rely on public transportation. A toot from the ferry indicates the one-minute warning, and Winter and the other cafe-goers sprint to hop on before it pulls away.

Life on the island seems to begin once the 7:15 ferry has left. The class bell rings at the elementary school. Over at the Peaks Island Children’s Workshop, the island’s daycare, the kiddos bundle up for a walk around the island. They call themselves “The Mighty Mondays” because they spend every Monday morning outside, exploring on foot. No rain, snow, or sleet stops these toddlers (or their intrepid teacher, Celeste Bridgford) from hitting the island’s trails. Today, the Mighty Mondays will cover more than 5 miles (Bridgford tracks it on her Fitbit).

Many kids (including mine) who have yet to remove training wheels from their bikes nonetheless know how to navigate the island. They know the names of the postal workers and the clerks at Hannigan’s grocery (“If We Don’t Have It, You Don’t Need It”). They walk to visit Priscilla and Roseanne, the island librarians. They visit the transfer station to see the big trucks, and they sing songs at the senior center. They make field trips to the Island Community Garden or to see Stan the tree repair man. Sometimes, the visits are reversed, with islanders dropping by the daycare to talk about their jobs, hobbies, skills. The island’s kids know all the people in their neighborhood; Mister Rogers would be proud.

And the island’s adults look out for the young. Once, a couple winters back, I was riding an early morning ferry to town when I noticed a little girl, maybe 9, lingering a bit anxiously around my aisle. When we arrived in Portland and lined up on the gangway to disembark, one of the deckhands stopped the little girl and asked, “Is your name Pearl?” She nodded, her hands clutching her backpack straps. “Your parents called,” the deckhand said to the little runaway, “and you have to go back home now, Pearl.”

In winter especially, when they’re not sharing it with hordes of tourists, the ferry is where Peaks Islanders rub shoulders with their neighbors.

“The ferry is what makes this island,” explains Faith York, who teaches my toddler’s music class. “It creates alliances and projects and networking and all sorts of things. You funnel this whole diverse community down to one little path across the water, where you’re forced, in this little space, to hang out with each other for 20 minutes. It forces you to interact in a way that society doesn’t provide anymore.”

Faith, 57, moved to Peaks from New Hampshire with her husband, Larry, 19 years ago. We’re sitting with a few other islanders in the first-floor living room of Jim Greenwell and Emily Magal, who sometimes host small concerts that Faith organizes. We’re discussing all the contrasts — between summer’s throngs and winter’s quiet, between knowing your neighbors and knowing your neighbors’ business — that make Peaks Island what it is.

“At the same time,” Faith goes on, “the boat also kills people — the logistics and the schedule and the parking and all that stuff. But people also hate the social stuff, and so some people leave.”

On Maine islands like Peaks, vehicles registered for island use are exempt from state inspection laws; for the touristed island’s year-round residents, winter can feel like a reprieve; though a neighborhood of the city of Portland, the Casco Bay island can feel a town apart; now abandoned, the Battery Steele military installation was completed on Peaks in 1942.

“Because it also becomes a place of gossip,” adds Reverend Angela Rotherham, minister of the island’s United Methodist Church. “When I first started my ministry on the island, I was told by a previous pastor, ‘This will be a place where you get to do good pastoral care, but you have to be so careful because everybody is listening.’”

Outside, we hear the ferry’s warning toot, this time signaling the imminent departure of an afternoon boat.

“So the ferry’s a great place for me to be accessible to people,” the reverend says, “but it’s also a great place for things to be misheard, mis-shared, or spread without someone’s permission. I usually have to say, ‘Hey, we’re on the boat — ears are listening. The boat is not the place to talk about it.’”

Before moving to Peaks, Rotherham served a small church in Corinna. She relished rural ministry, so when a district superintendent called to say the bishop had assigned her to a congregation in Portland, Rotherham balked. “I thought, you’re sending me to the biggest city in the state? But they said, ‘Actually, we’re sending you to an island, but it’s still part of Portland.’

Snow-covered fishing boats are a common winter sight around the island; Peaks resident Ned Shenton calls his cottage, crowded with books, “Safe Harbor”; Horse Island Camp is an equine rescue center and youth camp; islander Tom Bergh is a Master Maine Sea Kayak Guide.

“After my first year,” Rotherham continues, “I returned to my superintendent and said, ‘This island behaves just like a small town in rural Maine, except instead of being surrounded by an ocean, those towns are surrounded by trees and fields.’ So you know everyone in your town, you have all those same dynamics. It has so much of its own identity.”

Faith nods in agreement. This time of year, she’s busy coordinating music for the island’s holiday programs. She also directs the Peaks Island Ukulele Band, spearheads Peaks Fest in the summertime, offers piano lessons, and teaches a morning class at the Children’s Workshop.

“I think people suppose that living on Peaks Island is about isolation,” she says, “but in reality, it’s the absolute opposite. And all the reasons we moved here — the beauty, the fun of it — they’re all peripheral now.” Another toot from a boat horn outside, and we all pause to gaze out Jim and Emily’s huge living room window at the boats and the birds of Casco Bay.

“These people make this community,” Faith says, “and this is why we stay. It’s as inconvenient as sin, but convenience is overrated.”

Where to Eat on Peaks Island, Maine

1. The Cockeyed Gull:

Our culinary exploration begins at The Cockeyed Gull, a local favorite renowned for its inviting atmosphere and fresh seafood offerings, many with an Asian inflection. This charming eatery sits right on the waterfront, allowing guests to enjoy breathtaking views while savoring their meals. Indulge in the catch of the day or savor classics like lobster rolls and clam chowder, prepared with the finest locally sourced ingredients. The Cockeyed Gull is a must-visit spot to experience the essence of Maine’s maritime cuisine.

2. Jones Landing:

For a delightful breakfast or lunch, make your way to Jones Landing, a quaint and cozy cafe that exudes a friendly neighborhood vibe. Their menu features an assortment of delicious sandwiches, wraps, and salads, catering to both meat lovers and vegetarians.

3. The Inn on Peaks Island:

Looking for an elegant dining experience? Head to The Inn on Peaks Island, where a refined menu awaits discerning palates. This upscale restaurant serves contemporary American cuisine, expertly crafted by skilled chefs. Treat yourself to a sumptuous dinner while enjoying panoramic views of Casco Bay from the restaurant’s lovely terrace.

4. The Peaks Island Lobster House:

The Peaks Island Lobster House is offers a classic New England dining experience, complete with beautiful ocean views and a menu that showcases Maine’s bounty.

5. Down Front Ice Cream:

No culinary journey is complete without dessert, and Down Front Ice Cream is the perfect place to satisfy your sweet tooth. This charming ice cream parlor offers a delightful selection of homemade ice creams, sundaes, and milkshakes, providing a perfect treat on a warm summer day.

6. Il Leone:

For those seeking a taste of Italy amidst the Maine coast, Il Leone is a hidden gem that promises an authentic Italian culinary experience. This charming restaurant features a warm and welcoming ambiance, inviting guests to indulge in traditional Italian  wood-fired pizzas.

7.  Millie’s Skillet

A food cart offering fish and seafood tacos, with sides of fried, onion rings and brussels sprouts,  MIllie’s is a great option for a quick meal al fresco

8.  Peaks Cafe

A breakfast and lunch spot (limited seating) offering pastries, sandwiches and soups, plus quaint Island items for sale.

9.  One Offs

In summer especially a number of Island orgainzations offer pancake breakfasts and/or evening meals, such as a burger night at the Lions Club.  Check the web site calendar for more info.

Thank you ChatGPT

Fort Gorges: A Historical Gem of Casco Bay, Maine

Introduction:
Situated in the picturesque Casco Bay, just off the coast of Portland, Maine, lies a hidden gem of historical significance: Fort Gorges. This magnificent fortification, steeped in history, stands as a testament to the architectural prowess and strategic importance of the past. Today, the fort faces preservation challenges, prompting efforts to safeguard this remarkable piece of American heritage for generations to come.
History of Fort Gorges:
Fort Gorges, named after Sir Ferdinando Gorges, an early English explorer and entrepreneur, was built between 1858 and 1864 during the tumultuous era of the American Civil War. The fort’s construction aimed to protect the vital harbor of Portland and its surroundings from potential threats, including Confederate raiders and foreign invaders.
Designed in the distinctive military style of the Third System, Fort Gorges was built primarily with granite blocks quarried from nearby Cushing Island. Its unique, star-shaped structure provided maximum defensive capabilities, with three levels of casements and a central courtyard. The fort was equipped with heavy artillery, including cannons that could traverse 360 degrees to repel enemy ships and deter hostile forces.
Despite its formidable design, Fort Gorges never witnessed any major battles or engagements. With the advent of more advanced weaponry and evolving military strategies, the fort quickly became outdated and fell into disuse by the late 19th century. It was officially decommissioned in 1903 and handed over to the city of Portland.
Preservation Efforts:
Since its decommissioning, Fort Gorges has faced an uncertain fate. Over the years, exposure to harsh weather conditions and lack of maintenance took its toll on the fort’s structural integrity. In the mid-20th century, there were proposals to demolish the fort for various reasons, including concerns over safety and the cost of restoration.
However, local enthusiasts recognized the historical and architectural significance of Fort Gorges and rallied to preserve this remarkable structure. Efforts to raise awareness and funds for restoration gained momentum in the 1980s, and in 1998, the Friends of Fort Gorges, a non-profit organization, was established. The organization has been instrumental in advocating for the fort’s preservation, conducting research, and coordinating restoration initiatives.  https://friendsoffortgorges.org/
Preserving Fort Gorges is no small feat. The formidable challenges include addressing structural deficiencies, erosion, and accessibility issues. However, passionate individuals and organizations are working diligently to secure funding, collaborate with preservation experts, and engage the community in the restoration process.
The restoration efforts for Fort Gorges have involved a delicate balance between maintaining the fort’s historical authenticity and ensuring visitor safety. The restoration work focuses on stabilizing the fort’s masonry, providing necessary structural reinforcements, and enhancing visitor amenities without compromising the original architectural integrity.
Looking Ahead:
Fort Gorges holds immense potential as a cultural and educational resource for future generations. The fort’s rich history, architectural grandeur, and scenic location make it a compelling destination for locals and tourists alike. Once restoration efforts are complete, Fort Gorges will offer guided tours, educational programs, and recreational opportunities, allowing visitors to immerse themselves in the past while appreciating the natural beauty of Casco Bay.
Getting there:  Fort Gorges is open to visit.
Friends of Fort Gorges offers tours.  https://friendsoffortgorges.org/
You can also visit the island on your own by kayak and small boat – but be careful of tides and underwater hazards  .https://www.portlandmaine.gov/1227/Fort-Gorges
Thank you ChatGPT

Fort Gorges

Calendar Events Tentative

Until further notice all calendar events are tentative due to the Covid virus. Please check with respective organization for the latest update.