Over half a century ago, John Rowlands set out by canoe into the wilds of Maine to survey land for a timber company. After paddling alone for several days -- "it was so quiet I could hear the drops from the paddle hitting the water" -- he came upon "the lake of my boyhood dreams". He never left. He named the place Cache Lake because there was stored the best that the north had to offer -- timber for a cabin; fish, game and berries to live on; and...