If you were following my tweets or Instagrams this past weekend, you’ll know that I was living it UP in Maine with Mike and our pals Liz and Dave. We managed to pack as many Maine things as possible into one weekend, including, but not limited to: a boat ride on the lake, a bonfire, Shipyard Brewery, blueberry pancakes, lobstah dinnah, LL Bean, Portland Headlight, fried seafood, and not one, not two, but THREE moose sightings. And a cougar. Believe it or NOT.
But before I show you my snaps from Maine I MUST share the moose sighting story because it pretty much made my weekend/trip/world and I’m going to remember it for-e-ver.
Last year when we went to Maine, we all agreed that the only thing we wanted to do, see, or think about was a moose in the wild. Mike had an elaborate picture in his head of waking up at dawn and peeking out his window to see a moose drinking from the lake with water dripping from its beard, à la this. Surprisingly enough, we had no such luck. So this year we made it our goal to find a moose. We ended up going to a wildlife park to see this guy and peed our pants from excitement (or at least I did):
Though we were SA-OOPER pumped to see a Maine moose, we were sad that it was behind a fence. Still had not fulfilled our dream of seeing a moose in the wild.
Fast forward to Sunday night, when we’re driving on a major highway headed back to Boston. Out of nowhere someone starts screaming MOOOOOOSE!
And what to my wondering eyes should appear?
A MOOSE! Barreling out of the woods at top speed. She stopped right before crossing the highway and turned back around to run into the woods. I like to think she just popped out to say hi and make all of us the happiest little moose hunters in all the land. Maine Moose Mission: complete.
Now onto the pictures.