I contacted 2 Canadian friends I met last year during my Baxter State Park thru ski trip and they were game to do a Maine Huts thru trip with me. Everything seemed to be in place.
Instead of my trusty 195 3pin Madshus Epochs I chose to bring my 205 Asnes Vikafjell - a ski that I aspire to
or basically a pair of skis that doesn't get as much ski time as it deserves. I figured the trails will be groomed and if there are portions of trail with groomed tracks then my skis will fit in for added efficiency. The forecast was for 30 degree Saturday, 20 degree Sunday and 15 degree Monday. I prewaxed my skis with purple glide wax, packed purple, blue and green kickwax, F4 magic potion (after all these years I really don't know if this shit works), a small scraper and a thermometer that I never use.
The total trail end to end is about 50 miles. We planned 2 nights, 3 days of skiing would be enough. In my twisted dreams I saw a possibility of doing it in 2 days but my dreams are dangerously skewed
Friday afternoon I drove to Carabassett in a snowstorm to one of the most beautiful hostels I have ever seen.
Hostel of Maine was only 1 mile from the trailhead where I was to meet my friends on Saturday Morning. We left my car at the trailhead, loaded my backpack and skis into their car and drove 90 minutes to West Forks, Maine trailhead from where we started skiing.
Because I rode the trail to Grand Falls hut on a fat bike about a month earlier I knew about the constant steeps and thus elected to slap on my nylon kicker skins right away. We stepped onto the trail and...well...let's just say it did not get groomed after the snowstorm, and after the rainstorm. Breakable crust. aargh. The snow was several feet deep on the edges of the trail, packed on the trail with a few inches of crust on top of it.
Oh well. Let's just say that the scenery was gorgeous but the downhills on kicker skins and a fully loaded backpack were challenging.
I ate snow a few times, once with a full yard sale, spilling my crackers, thermoss and losing my hat in the snowbank
- the steeps with crust, the jerking motion of the kicker skins, the backpack on my back and the skis longer than the width of the trail - a recipe for success 
At one point we came to a hardly eaten deer kill. We may have spooked them out of the meal. I'm sure they'll be coming back.
After about 13 miles the trail seemed to get reasonable so I took off my kicker skins and applied a few coats of purple. This followed 3 big hills
but I stubbornly kept the skins off. After the three hills the trail was a nice kick and glide all the way to the hut. There we at some food, refilled our water and headed out about a mile past the hut to a flat spot where we flattened snow, made food and pitched our tents for the night. 
The next day was much more civilized trail day for my skis. I waxed with blue and set out. After a few reasonable hills we meandered for miles along the river on a beautiful trail until we reached the Dead River road.
We found another deer kill. This time the coyotes were pretty thorough:
I put my kicker skins back on for the hills that followed and soon after we reached the Flagstaff Lake Hut where we ate some warm food and refilled our water bottles. We've skied 13 miles so far but needed another 5 miles to make it to a mountain overlook where we planned to camp.
The trail was a proper series of mild up and down waves for a pleasurable several miles until we crossed the road and started climbing again. On go the kicker skins.
We wrapped the day at about 18 miles of skiing, set up our camping place, ate some food, drank some of my homemade Limoncello went to bed early.
The next day we started bright and early. I waxed with one layer of green. The objective was first to reach Poplar Falls hut where we planned to eat our brunch. The skiing started with a thrilling downhill section and after we crossed the road the few hills were forgotten among the well groomed and pleasant touring trails.
I did not bother with kicker skins for the final .3 miles to the Poplar Falls hut. Herringboned up, entered the hut, filled my freeze dried food pouch with boiling water and took a quick hot shower while the food was rehydrating. I also changed into fresh layers.
The ski from the hut was another thrilling downhill followed by a pleasant up river trail along the banks of the Carabassett River. I waxed blue all the way.
After 15 miles we arrived at the trailhead where we initially left my car. The Maine Huts thru was done. Great Trip with a great company!
there are probably 100% wolves up there too.