Chasing moose, but finding none.
We traveled to New England. Here’s what we loved.
For several years now, we’ve been trying to plan some “bucket-list” vacations. Savannah and the Pacific Northwest were amazing.
And just like clockwork at some point during each of those jaunts, Greg and I look at each other and say that this is where we should live or retire to.
Well, rest assured my friends, the streak continued as we toured New England this past autumn. Specifically the coast of Maine, the lakes of New Hampshire and the mountains of Vermont.
Our trip began in Maine.
A nearly 12 hour drive from home transported us to the lovely coastal enclave of Kennebunkport, Maine. Situated along the southern coast of Maine, this was our home-base for the next four days. From here we ventured out on day trips to Portland, Freeport, Bangor, Bar Harbor and Acadia, certain we would see the majestic Moose along the way. Instead, we encountered a 31-foot tall doppelganger of Greg.
Inland to New Hampshire.
It may have just been a short 24-hour stay, but the Lake Winnipesaukee region of New Hampshire is a real charmer. It’s a huge summer playground and vacation destination. We enjoyed the more relaxed and subdued autumnal atmosphere. Surely a moose would cross our path. Spoiler alert: it did not.
A final day in Vermont.
The moose crossing signs were plentiful, as were the lovely vistas and tall church steeples. But alas, our hope to encounter, or even just catch a glimpse of moose, was not to be. But just wait for me to tell you about biscuit french toast. It will change your life!
