Moose Crossing

Wednesday morning we left Salisbury, MA, fairly early. However, Roger discovered that he didn’t have the rear lights to replace the ones that were burned out, so we had to find an auto parts store. That cost us an hour, but he got them all working.

From there we drove through New Hampshire (about 12 miles) and into ME. We made it all the way up to Houlton, ME – right at the Canadian border. At the welcome center we were told this is the prime time that the moose run out onto the streets because of biting insects in the forest. But we didn't see even one! This Moose-Car Crash stats are in a brochure the Park Ranger gave us. The Moose usually win. 

Now we are situated in a very pleasant RV park, with no neighbors. Last weekend was busy here with Canadians because that’s their holiday weekend.

Miss Winnie stopped dead in her tracks on entering the RV park to allow a turtle with a 12-inch shell to cross the road.


After finding our park and doing a little shopping, we drove into town and found a church with a Wednesday evening Bible study. It was encouraging for all of us.

Houlton, ME, is where I attended grade 1 for ½ a year. I was able to find the brother of 2 of my classmates – although I never would have identified him on the street!

Tomorrow it’s off to Chipman, NB.