B-52 Bomber Crash Site

June 4, 2012 — In the last post, I wrote about hiking 4.5 miles round-trip up a small mountain to see the wreckage of a 70-year-old WW2 bomber. It was a unique and somewhat challenging experience, and one of the more satisfying of my OTIS jaunts for both of those reasons.

Unfortunately, that feeling only lasted about two weeks, when I discovered that it wasn’t that unique of an experience and that there are easier ways to have it. That was when I saw the crash wreckage of another bomber on the side of another mountain, which we drove right up to in our car, seatbacks reclined, AC on full, and cup holders stuffed with 7-11 bounty.

This time I was in Maine, just outside the town of Greenville, about 150 miles north of Portland. The wreckage was that of a Boeing B-52 bomber, and it dated back to the Cold War.

On January 24, 1963, the B-52 was running a training mission out of Westover Air Force Base in Massachusetts, the same base to which the Douglas B18 that I’d previously visited had been headed when it crashed two decades before. The purpose of this particular flight was to practice squeezing into the thin layer that existed between radar and terrain, thereby avoiding detection by the Soviets.

However, during the low-flying mission, turbulence broke the vertical stabilizer off, causing them to become, well, vertically destabilized. Only three of the nine crewmembers were able to eject before the bomber crashed into the side of Elephant Mountain. All of the crew still onboard died, as did one of the men who ejected.

The pilot and the navigator managed to survive, although they spent the night frozen and trapped on the snowy mountainside until rescue efforts were able to find them the next day. The navigator contracted frostbite and had one of his legs amputated.

For the same reasons as the B18 crash site (difficulty of location gradually evolving into sacredness of location), most of the wreckage was left as is. Today, though, the spot is extremely easy to get to. That’s because the mountain is an active timber site and is crisscrossed by a network of well-maintained logging roads. Further helping out, small diamond-shaped signs with planes on them are interspersed along the route to ensure that you end up at the site and not face to face with sweaty men brandishing chainsaws. But you can do both, of course.

A group of us happened to be holing up in a cabin nearby on Wilson Pond, and we decided to jet over there to check it out in between looking for moose (still haven’t seen one in the wild despite years of passing “Watch for Moose” signs on the highway) and trying to create the ultimate camp cocktail.

We discovered the place to be basically handicapped-accessible. It even sports its own dirt parking lot, only a short path away from the wreckage itself (“commercialized” was how one old codger described the current state of the site to us before predicting our doom out in the wild).

There were about a dozen or so people visiting the site while we were there, which doesn’t sound like a lot, but when you’re in the middle of a forest, any number of people is a crowd. Plus, everybody wandering slowly around looking downward made me feel like I was at a yard sale for some reason. Still, it would take a lot more than having to share it with other people for this site to not be cool.

The B-52 is a much larger plane than the B18, so there was a lot more wreckage. In addition, the wreckage was in larger pieces and included landing gear, an engine, and pieces of metal stenciled with labels like “fuel tank mid body,” “outbd equip drain,” and “no step” that only applied when it was a plane. Actually, that last one might still be applicable.

Some pieces were even lodged in the branches of trees, although whether that dates back to the crash itself or were stuck up there for style points by whomever turned the place into a tourist spot, I don’t know.

A short path wraps itself around the largest pieces, and you could see plenty of smaller bits of metal scattered off in the distance of the forest, tempting you into its depths to see what else could be discovered…which I’d say is probably not much at this point in time, if it weren’t for the fact that just last year they found another of the ejection seats. Two had been previously recovered, one of which is on display at a local snowmobile clubhouse in town and the other at a museum in Bangor.

However, the bit of wreckage you always see on Google Images is the fuselage. This is probably where they’ll eventually sell souvenirs and lemonade. A large section (about 4x5x10 feet) of the plane body remains intact and you can see inside of it through its shorn-off end. There’s nothing much in there, but it’s an interesting change of perspective to see the inside of the plane wreck. A large stone memorial bearing the names of the bomber’s crewmembers leans against it.

So two old bomber wrecks in two weeks. But I don’t want you to think I’m jaded, despite my introduction. Truth is, in situ decades-old airplane crash wreckage is way cool (as long as its decades old, of course), no matter how many you’ve seen. And apparently there are a lot to see. I’ve already heard of two more since posting last week, one in Success, NH (thanks, Shawn and John), and one in Milford, NJ (thanks, Joey). Feel free to let me know of more in the comments or on Facebook.

And, meanwhile, add “crashing bombers” alongside angry bears, treacherous climbs, and getting lost to the list of dangers to be prepared for when hiking on forest mountains. And take moose off it. They’re imaginary.


  1. My family has a house on moosehead lake... I have been here in years but it seems there is still a lot of the wreakage.. we went when I was a kid. Moosehead has some amazingly odd things... Kineo used to be really cool but the ruins of the old hotels have now been all torn down : (

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  2. I grew up in the Adirondacks in upstate NY, and always heard about the wreckage of a B-47 bomber (from 1962) on Wright Peak.


  3. My daughter was doing a school report on Maine, and I suggested your website instead of the boring crap the teacher was expecting. She included the B-52 wreck and the body of the Maine Giantess. Keep up the good work. We have a camp about three hours away, but I can't convince the wife to visit Elephant Mtn. You need to write an article explaining how you manage to sell her on all these trips.

  4. There is also a crash site in Quabbin Res. in Mass. A Lockheed F-94B Starfire. I was hiking with my kids and came across a boyscout troop who pointed the way to it. The park rangers pretend to know nothing about it so it was our lucky day!

  5. My family used to have a camp on Moosehead lake. One summer when I was about 14, maybe 1984, we heard rumor of this crash and hiked in to investigate. No roads approached it at the time, and it took most of the day wandering around before we finally stumbled across the first jet engine half buried in the brush. Huge amount of wreckage all around, although it was really ripped apart. There wasn't really any intact section larger than a car. Haven't been there since 93 when there was a road that got you pretty close, and it was obvious that a large amount of the wreck had been scavenged and carried off. My father still has a small section of panel with five or six toggle switches labeled "MASTER WEAPONS ARM"!

    1. Hey Graverobber. Do the right thing and return it. It's not a trophy.

  6. It's always nice to read when scavengers proudly announce they've walked off with wreckage from a public memorial site in which people died. It's pretty sad when there need to be signs put up reminding visitors to respect the tragedy that occurred there, and even sadder to see that people took parts of these "monuments" home with them and - again - proudly hang these pieces on their walls like some sort of trophy. If adults behaved this way, shame on them. If kids did, then shame on the adults in their lives for not teaching these kids to have respect for the dead. Someone's father, brother, or son died in and amongst the wreckage claimed as a "prize" by these scavengers. It's not a harmless act of remembrance to take a piece of the wreckage home, it's the desecration of a grave site.

    1. I agree to all you've said. What a disgrace. By the way...those men served this country and died during training that they knew was very dangerous. Between taking parts of the wreckage and writing on it is pure desecrating of what should be respected as a sacred place. Shame On You! Have some respect!!

  7. Regarding parts of the plane in trees. Some of those parts may have landed in the trees. Since the wreck site is over 50 years old some of the parts may have been hoisted by trees growing up from underneath them.

  8. There is a B-17 WWII-era crash site on the side of Deer Mountain, Maine (off Route 16 between Wilson's Mills and Oquossoc). A stone monument is placed along Lincoln Pond Road, a long, winding dirt road that branches off Route 16, but I've never hiked in enough to find the wreckage - though it supposedly still exists in the undergrowth. Tip: If you visit, go on a Sunday, or else be prepared to be run off the road by fast-moving logging trucks.

  9. Google B-36 crash near Biggs A.F.B. in El Paso Texas for some sketchy info about the crash.