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Maine, glorious Maine.


I think you all know I adore my state. It’s scenically beautiful and far enough off the beaten path for our weirdos to be considered delightfully quirky. So let me share a few other reasons Maine is a wonderful, if slightly odd, place to live.



You’d be surprised how often these potentially fatal conversations take place.



And yet they all try.



If you’ve never seen a real live moose in person? Trust me…. they’re huge and will total your car when hit.



Many people will tell you it still tastes like horrible medicine, but I love it. Add a scoop of vanilla ice cream? Mm, mm, good.



I personally know of 7 Hardscrabble Roads… but hey, no one said living in Maine is easy.


I love my town.


And I love their Facebook group page.



A moo disorder?

More likely the poster has a Budweiser disorder.




I’m not sure what Doug did to rate a shout out, but I’ll go with it.



Damn. All I have under my bed is dust bunnies… where’s the fun in that?

Here’s a random photo of ducks that were for sale at our local hardware store. I’m always tempted to bring home a few when the husband sends me up there for screws.




Now there’s a platform no one can argue with.



You do, you really do.

Does anyone know where I can score one of those beauties?


CSA and grocery store horrors.


Another veggie bonanza.



Tomatoes, beets, leek, basil, carrots, parsley, squash, radish, chickory, spinach, Korean melon and yes… the dreaded kale.

It’s lovely having fresh organic veggies right out of the ground and buying less at the grocery store’s produce section.



Tastes like an artichoke. Then why not buy an artichoke? I’m so tired of wannabe food.

Be what you are…. and be happy!




Burgers are not made from plants! Not in my world anyway. But did you notice the oh so cleverly named Incogmeato only has 32% less fat than the real thing? Where’s the other 68% come from… lard coated arugula?

I’ll pass.



Right Rice made from vegetables is wrong.

So wrong in fact, check out the bottom left corner of the package. It’s made from chickpeas, peas and.. rice.

Rice made from rice.

What a novel idea.

And then, because I live and shop in Maine? This was also available for purchase:



A map of mooses.


Big goofy looking things with horns, often seen in the company of a squirrel.

You can’t miss them.


I love my town.


And what passes for local news on their Facebook page.



No, I don’t know what’s happening either. But turtles are involved so it must be good.



Goat shooing happens more often than you think here.



Now this is news!

While we do live in Maine, moose are more commonly seen up north. Having one stroll our river is a sure way to fire up the locals.



This is another type of wildlife sighting altogether. A traveling donkey who spends a few nights on your lawn by request. Made by a local artist, his name is Mr. H.



Goats are still on the loose.

Clearly their walkabout is causing concern.



But in happier news, the slandering chicken is back home on the drivay.

Perhaps if her owner learned how to spell she’d stay home more often.


How big is big?


Big is a relative term.

I think my butt is big, but then I look at J Lo and Beyoncé and feel positively svelte.

So in an attempt to answer the title question..



Yes, traffic lights are that big…. which makes your go to excuse of “But I didn’t see that red light officer” a trifle lame.

Moose are this big.



This might surprise people who don’t live in Maine or Alaska, but yes. Hit one with your car and you’ll find out just how freakishly gigantic they really are.

The pyramids?


Pretty big.



And to be honest, this picture made me cross climbing to the top of one off my travel bucket list.

And finally, for Masercot. Who has never fully gotten on board the wombat bandwagon.

There’s wombat big.



Big and beautiful.

Yes sir.

They got that right.

I love my town…. Part 6.


Time for an update on the stories making the news on my town’s Facebook page.

Traffic jams are awful, no two ways about it…..

But in my town?



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They’re not always bumper to bumper.




And then there was this:




No, damn it! I did not.

We’ve lived here over 17 years and the only moose I’ve seen was a dead one on I-95.

Trotting right down Main Street?




Another missed opportunity.

And finally, there was this:




My first thought was the zombie fish apocalypse had begun… and I started to get a little nervous.

But it turns out a bald eagle was fishing the river, dropped his sturgeon while flying and decided to munch on it in situ.



Because the thought of zombie fish taking over my blog?

Not cool.


White Mountains trip Day 2… Moose, mountains and fall colors.



When you think of Maine? You think of lobster… and moose. But let me tell you, I’ve lived here on and off since 1978 and have seen exactly one moose in the wild. Granted we live in the Mid Coast region and they’re more prevalent up north, but still… one in 41 years is not a good ratio.




So when we crossed the border into New Hampshire after leaving the Moose Cave in Grafton Notch….. and I saw numerous signs warning of the dangers of moose crossings?

I thought, yeah.



We’ll never see one.

Until we did.

Right there on the side of the road…




A moose!




Happily munching away on some swamp grasses.

A real live moose!



And I was halfway out of the car to get some really good pictures when the husband said no. This was a teenage male and though he was probably too young to rut…. it was that time of year.




So I had to stalk him from an open window instead.



But I saw a moose!

My second in 41 years…




And then all too soon he was tired of us….




And headed back to the woods.




Goodbye moose….

I may not live long enough to see another wild one of you, but thanks for showing up and making my day.

As I said before, the fall colors were all over the place. We had an early turn this year so by the time we got to the mountains, many places were past peak foliage. But that doesn’t mean they weren’t still spectacular…




Rusty oranges…




Muted greens and yellows…





Peaks of reds.




Even speckled with rain, I’ll take them.





It’s different around each bend.




And around each bend?




Another outhouse for the husband to christen.




The journey continues….



White Mountains trip… Day 2. Moose Cave.




Down the road from Screw Auger Falls in Grafton Notch you’ll find a trail to the Moose Cave.




Easy walking through the forest….




And steps that run along a gorge.




We did a lot of looking down.




The fractures in the granite were impressive and show you what the force of running melt water can do.

And then before we knew it…




We saw a sign, but no cave.




Oh, wait….




I guess that hole was it.




Not my idea of a cave…. but I did feel sorry for the moose.




Action shots of my senior citizen husband with the bad back and sciatica….




Once a Marine, always a Marine.




Uncave-like cave seen, experienced and photographed… we took an alternate trail out.




Some granite steps…




And a tree root staircase later….




We came upon a moss garden.




What kind of moss you ask?




Reindeer moss.

Isn’t that exciting?




Look how excited I was…




Mutilate the moss?


I would never.

Just in time for Christmas!


Never let it be said I don’t help my friends.

Do you have one of those hard to buy for people on your shopping list?

You know…. that one person you struggle with every year because they already have everything?

Well, I can almost guarantee you they don’t have any of these.





Those are gifts made with moose poo.



Well, Mainers love to recycle.




As well as sell tourists lots of useless crap they don’t need.



I can’t really answer that.

But if you need a floating moose turd key chain, I can probably hook you up.




You can’t make this stuff up.

No, I’m not kidding.

You’re welcome.