Adventures on Maine’s Pequawket Trail Scenic Byway

The Hemlock covered bridge outside of Fryeburg, Maine, was built in 1867.

The Hemlock covered bridge outside of Fryeburg, Maine, was built in 1867.

Story and photos by Susan Hegger

Susan worked for 20 years as an editorial writer and features editor. She is a world traveller and an avid photographer.

Hike, swim or just enjoy the views on this rural route.

The plan looked simple enough: Explore the rural interior of Maine on the Pequawket Trail Scenic Byway. The 97-kilometre section of state Route 113 begins in Standish, a roughly 45-minute drive from Portland, and ends in Gilead.

But it’s the 48-kilometre stretch from Standish to historic Fryeburg by the New Hampshire border that offers the most varied stops and attractions. Along the way, this drive promises lakes, rivers, waterfalls and mountains, including scenic views of New Hampshire’s White Mountains. The 48 kilometres from Fryeburg to Gilead passes through the White Mountain National Forest and is one of the great northeastern autumn drives to see colourful fall leaves.

Because our map wasn’t very helpful with directions, we used phone apps to find some of the points of interest. What we relied on most, though, was our spirit of adventure. We just thought of ourselves as explorers on our own Maine “backwoods” journey through an area of the state that gets far less attention than its more famous coastal drives.

Our drive began in Standish. A detour onto state Route 35 off Route 113 brought us to the boat launch site for Sebago Lake, Maine’s second-largest lake.

You may be forgiven for wanting to end your Pequawket Trail road trip right then and there. The lake is breathtaking—clean, clear and a tantalizing azure blue. No swimming or wading is allowed at the boat launch, but public beaches for swimming or fishing are available at other spots along the lake. We made do with watching a few pleasure craft ply the waters and feeling the breeze brush our cheeks.

The parking turnouts for Steep Falls, our next stop, come almost immediately after the left turn off Route 113 onto state Route 11 and before the bridge over the winding Saco River. We hiked a short trail that meandered along the river to the small but picturesque falls. Most folks were obviously there for the water, the beach and a lazy day.

Not us, though. We were on our mission—although we did pull over for a quick photo of a rusted water tower around Baldwin.

For hikers, the area between Hiram and Fryeburg offers numerous trails of varying lengths and difficulties, enough to keep one hiking for days. We decided to sample the challenging Barnes Trail up Mount Cutler in Hiram. The sign at the trailhead indicated it was roughly a 3-kilometre hike—very doable—but be prepared for rocky and steep terrain. Remember to wear bug spray, too, to deter the many bugs flying around.

The last Maine town along the byway is charming Fryeburg, which turned out to have two of my favourite stops of the drive.

Jockey Cap trailhead is on U.S. Route 302, less than 2 kilometres from the intersection with Route 113, and starts behind the Dollar General. The quarter-mile trail to the top of Jockey Cap rock is easy, and the view of the mountains is more than worth it. A curious stone monument also sits at the top, which has a 360-degree “crown” that identifies all the peaks in view. The monument is dedicated to Robert E. Peary, the Arctic explorer, who once lived in Fryeburg.

Eight more kilometres down 302, we came to Hemlock Bridge Road, where we turned left and drove for 5 more kilometres until we reached the Hemlock covered bridge over the Saco River. Built in 1857, this attractive weathered bridge, a Maine historic civil engineering landmark, still allows cars across it—although I can’t imagine that this remote area has much traffic.

The best thing about the Pequawket Trail is that you can see it as you like—a few hours, a day or a couple of days. Are you out mostly for a drive? Or for a hike or two? Or for a swim in a river or lake? Totally your choice.
Just for grins, we crossed over into New Hampshire. We stopped briefly in the Stowe General Store whose eclectic deli menu ranged from egg salad to massaman curry.

After Stowe, it was back on the road for us, back to Portland and a lobster dinner. Like Robert Frost before us, we had taken the road less travelled—and it had made all the difference.


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