When Amos Winter and the Bigelow Boys cut that first trail on Sugarloaf's northern flank more than 60 years ago, something special took hold. Generations of Sugarloaf faithful have carried the torch since then, creating a community that has grown to mythical status, with a devotion to a perfectly unique spot deep in the Maine mountains.
The source of that devotion begins with mountain, a towering, 4,237 foot behemoth that boasts the largest offering of alpine terrain anywhere east of Rockies. Sugarloaf looms large, even among its 4,000 foot brethren in the Longfellow range — home to some of Maine's finest and most pristine outdoor recreating. But perhaps even more than the mountains, it is the people who are responsible. People from all walks of life and all corners of the globe. Corporate executives, college students, loggers, doctors, Olympians. All share the same passion. All are welcomed. All are Sugarloafers.
A home at Sugarloaf is more than a place to lay your head. It's a piece of that community; a part of that special something that started with a single trail, 60 years ago.