Since moving to Maine seven months ago, I have continually watched the sides of the road and every semi-wet area for signs of the big creatures fabled to graze throughout this beautiful state.
But not once did I find what I was looking for. I was beginning to think moose just didn’t exist. Or at the very least, I was starting to believe a rumor I’ve heard that they are just brought around to show the tourists.
That is until I headed out Route 15 recently to the annual Moose Lottery Festival.
Armed with my gazetteer (look at me, all official Mainer-like) and a list of places my co-workers swore there were moose, I was confident but not really looking quite yet. I figured once we made it to Greenville, I’d start really staring out the window.
Not a moment too soon, I glanced up from the map to see a cow and a calf grazing in a nearby Department of Transportation lot. You may know the pair, or perhaps the lot (since seeing the moose, I’ve been told the lot is practically a zoo for moose and you’re guaranteed to see one there most days in the summer.)
But for me, it topped the list of exciting things that have happened since moving to Maine. I managed to stop screaming with glee after about 30 second and my husband pulled the car around so we could get a better look.
These two have been the only moose I’ve seen so far, since a recent trip to the Katahdin area proved unfruitful, but I’m determined to add more to my list. Any readers out there have suggestions, places I should definitely hit up?