Showing posts with label moose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moose. Show all posts

Monday, September 17, 2007

Moose V. Chevrolet

We did manage to spot a moose during daylight. This medium-sized bullmoose sauntered from the watery gulch, on to Route 100, and back, again and again. Combine moose unpredictability, near-accident flashbacks, and 16 hours of drenching rain and you get a Chevy HHR in the ditch.
No damage done to us or the vehicle, and thanks to incredibly helpful and chatty Vermonters, we were on our way again in 90 minutes. For the record, the least helpful drivers are those with tiny, British sports cars who seem hell-bent on crashing their tiny, British sports cars on curving mountain roads into large, American moose.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Encounters With Nature

Off to Grafton Notch State Park for some natural splendor!

What the heck is that noise?!

That's a nice waterfall!

Is that a dog barking? Two dogs?

The rocks are so very, very smooth!

I think those are coyotes. And they're right there in those trees. I think they're attacking a moose.

Mooses, Moosi, Meese, and More Moose

The state animal of Maine is the moose. Therefore, you might expect to see them wandering around everywhere. They aren't. 'Moose Crossing' indicates that a moose may or may not have passed this way at some point. Moosehead Lake has no moose.
We drove several hours out of our way on 'The Moose Highway' through 'Moose Alley'. None there either. Past the Moose Car Wash, Moose Bar & Grill, Mr. Moose's Kampground, and on and on. We did find this fiberglas flying moose.
And, then, on our way to Gorham, New Hampsh*****LOOK OUT!!!****OH MY GOSH THAT IS HUGE!!!***** Yes, a moose. Running across the highway. After dark. Not really the way we wanted to encounter the largest land mammal in North America.

Thursday, March 1, 2007

The Great Southeast: Day 1.0

Here we are at the Charleston Moose Lodge. We bought a round of drinks for the men, and toasted 'Viva South Carolina!' Imagine our surprise when one of the grumps told us we were in Charleston, West Virginia. Oops. I blame K's navigational skills. Except that she was driving.

Viva West Virgina! Viva!

-b