This is probably one of the most magical places in Maine. It feels, I don't know how to describe it really, but otherworldly.
(Side note: a local told me they call this The Witch's Castle because decades ago it was "definitely creepy; growing up it was boarded up, and there were evil eyes spray painted inside and out. It was a place you'd sneak up to on Halloween." Apparently, the location is full of lore [like that it was a Germanspuhouse during WWI, or to the site's alleged mystical properties a la Stonehenge]. t's definitely not like that now... more like, a Claire-Randall-visiting-Craigh-na-Dun-and-being-transported-to-a-fairytale-world vibe!)
We hiked up through the woods of Beech Hill Preserve and emerged at the top to find the Beech Nut (which, according to the informational sign) was constructed in the "winters of 1913 - 1915 for Rockport's Gibbel family. The stone hut was originally build as a shelter for picnic and afternoon tea and included a stove, ice chest, sinks, and a toilet. According to the family's testimony, 'Each of the building's stones was hauled to the site by horse, individually wrapped in burlap bags and set in place by hand.' The property's spiraling access road, which reveals a series of scenic vistas of the area's mountains and coastline, was also designed and constructed at this time." The designer, Hans O. Heistad was inspired by the minimalist hytter (Norwegian mountain houses) if his youth, which features a single undivided room with a hearth and cathedral ceiling centered on the gable of its unique roof, which has 8 inches of sod (originally underlain by tar paper, today it's been placed upon five layers of modern geotextile drainage fabrics which protect the wood roof boards from water and rot damage).
^ This is why you read the informational signs, friends. It gives more context and - for me, anyway - creates an attachment to a place when I feel immersed in its history.
There's lots of green space to enjoy a picnic or fly a kite on this property. The entire area is also surrounded by blueberries (which apparently you can pick as long as both your feet stay on the trail, so says signs placed nearby) and you can see out into the Atlantic. All in all: this is absolutely a must see if you're a person who loves all things Maine. read more