Bethel, Maine is a charming New England town we visit each year to meet friends who ski in the area. The quaint mountain village lies between some of the highest mountains in Maine. Winter in Bethel Maine offers ample opportunity for outdoor sports, including alpine skiing and snowboarding, Nordic and cross-country skiing, snowmobile trails, snowshoeing, and more.
Sunday River and Mount Abram, both in nearby Newry, Maine, are the primary attractions for our friends, who rent a place at the Sunday River Ski Resort; the guys jet right out their condo to the slopes, returning by night to one of the cozy ski lodges within the resort. We go not to ski, but because winter in Bethel Maine is particularly beautiful.
There’s Always A “Nor’easter”
For the past five years, our stay in Bethel has predictably coincided with an unpredictable “Nor’easter,” an intense storm from the cold Atlantic that hits the eastern seaboard and often dumps inches–or even feet–of snow. Fresh “powda” is a welcome event for our friends who were skiing, and it’s par for the course for winter in Bethel Maine.
For us, the storms present a conundrum: drive home before it starts to tend to our homes, leave in the middle of the storm making an already long 3+ hour ride to Boston longer, or hunker down and extend our stay until it’s over.
In past years, family duties have regrettably caused us to cut our visit short. This year, with three children away at college and the fourth safely with family, we opted to weather the storm. We indulged in an extra day of lodging at The Bethel Inn Resort and embraced the beauty of the winter wonderland before us. Faced with an unscheduled day, and armed with four-wheel-drive and our cameras, we navigated the area to see some of the most beautiful winter scenes in New England.
We did a bit of exploring beyond the Bethel area, venturing just over the Maine border into Shelburne, New Hampshire, and stumbled upon this lovely church.
Unique and Quirky Finds
What a delightful taste of winter in Bethel Maine. It was such a treat to capture scenes from this friendly mountain village while having an adult snow day.
I fondly remember many childhood snowstorms in Boston including the famous “Blizzard of 78.” It seems the responsibilities of homeownership and parenthood have dulled the fun of snow day for me. But not this time.
I enjoyed the storm without worry of losing power, clearing the driveway, or whether we enough milk and bread. I discovered that when carefree and warmly cared for, I could honestly appreciate the full beauty of winter…Just like when I was a kid.
So tell me, given a chance, would you have chosen to stay an extra night, too? I’d love to hear your memories of being snowed-in in the comments below.