Review: <i>Jack Waters</i> by Scott Adlerberg Review: Jack Waters by Scott Adlerberg David Cranmer Read David Cranmer's review! Volker Kutscher Excerpt: <i>Babylon Berlin</i> Volker Kutscher Excerpt: Babylon Berlin Volker Kutscher The first in the new Detective Gereon Rath series. Cozy Bookshelf Shopping List: February 2018 Cozy Bookshelf Shopping List: February 2018 Crime HQ Check out February's offerings! Discount: <i>A Is for Alibi</i> by Sue Grafton Discount: A Is for Alibi by Sue Grafton Crime HQ Get a digital copy for only $2.99!
From The Blog
January 16, 2018
Q&A with Christopher Reich, Author of The Take
Christopher Reich and John Valeri
January 12, 2018
Man Steals Tank, Crashes through Store Window, Steals Bottle of Wine
Adam Wagner
January 9, 2018
Q&A with C. J. Tudor, Author of The Chalk Man
C. J. Tudor and John Valeri
January 8, 2018
Q&A with Aimee Hix, Author of What Doesn’t Kill You
Aimee Hix and John Valeri
January 5, 2018
Man Drinks 20 Pints of Stella & Bites Security Guard's Leg
Adam Wagner
Showing posts by: Erica Ferencik click to see Erica Ferencik's profile
Tue
Jan 10 2017 4:00pm

Into the Woods and Off the Grid: Three Profiles

In December of 2012, in order to do research for my novel The River at Night, I embarked on a nine-day trip to the hinterlands of Northern Maine, the storied Allagash Wilderness which sprawls out over 5,000 square miles of rivers, lakes, and forest. The plan was to interview people who had decided to leave traditional society behind.

I didn’t know a soul up there, so I called the chambers of commerce in towns from Orono to New Sweden to Fort Kent, as far north and west as you can go until the road ends and the forest begins, which is just past a little town called Dickey. 

Everyone I spoke to on the phone said: “Well, these folks don’t want to be contacted. That’s why they live off the grid … but I do know someone who knows someone….” Soon, I was able to line up half a dozen interviews with people who had decided to disappear. Armed with a reluctant blessing from my husband and a backpack filled with power bars, warm clothes, and mace, I took off on the twelve-hour drive from my home in Massachusetts. 

[Read about Erica's encounters...]