The much anticipated moose lottery drawing took place in Rangley this year. Our phone began ringing right off with rumors of who had been drawn and for which season and what zone. The first good news came from our friend Kevin who was in attendance at the drawing and called my sister to say her son's fiance Megan had been drawn. Moments later my sister Skyped me to give me the good news my mother had been drawn too. Later Darlene called to say someone on Facebook said Leitha (Wade's mom) has been drawn as well. Eventually the list was posted on the web and we verified it was all true. Three moose hunts in the family and quite a few friends like Arlo and Lorraine. The evening was spend between phone calls and skyping to talk over preliminary plans.
Wade stayed close to the phone today to be available to book guided hunts and we were fortunate to book several hunts and we are hoping for more.
We went muskie fishing this evening and as we came up over the bank on the Allagash, we saw Leitha, Tylor and Darlene all working on caning a seat for the canoe Tylor is restoring. It's a big home made square stern, like a grand laker type. He replaced the gunnels and thwarts and patched 2 holes and is now replacing the seats.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
When I went in for my morning coffee at the restaurant this morning Wayne was complaining because the big new shelter was blocking his view of the pigs. He suggested I start a special "pig blog" so people could stay updated with pig news and pictures. Darlene thought it would be nice to decorate the pig hotel and I knew immediately how it should read. This is the phrase coined by my mother, I hope she likes it. I do!
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
My friend Nola loves to kayak and invited me to join her for a short trip. I had purchased a kayak last summer and rented it out several times but had never been in it myself. I intended to go but I felt somewhat intimidated to go out by myself since I have never been in a kayak. So when she called yesterday I jumped at the chance to have my own mentor show me the ropes. As we drove across the Little Black Bridge, Nola said "I love the Little Black." When I asked her why ,she only replied "...because God lives there." Well said Nola and that was good enough for me.
Nola grew up on the bank of the St John River where the Little Black dumps in. She told me how when she was she was a kid, the local swimming hole was across the river and it was common for 20 or 30 kids to be hanging out and swimming off the dock. She said because she was lazy, instead of walking across the bridge to get there, she would swim across the river. That sounds like more work to me. Her childhood home is gone now, first burned to the ground in the 50's, rebuilt only to be taken away by the big ice jam in 1991, but her family still keeps the place mowed and camps out there during the summer.
We floated along effortlessly and only got held up once when we got out of the channel and stuck on bottom in shallow water. The only excitement was when we saw the rare sight of a sheriff drive by and when Nola found a spider in her kayak.
It was hot and sunny when we started, but as we got closer to home the sky began darken up and we hurried along before the storm.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
|My parents will be celebrating 50 years of marriage this fall. They are my heros in so many ways.|
|Wooded spoked wheels|
|Henry Taylor cabins|
|We made ourselves at home and had lunch on the porch.|
|Footpath to Moir Farm ~ enchanting!!|
|Moir Farm today|
|The barn at the Moir Farm|
|Inside the barn|
|The chicken coop|
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Today we drove a couple college students to Chamberlain Lake for a 7 day canoe trip. Along the way we saw 13 moose, one with a newborn calf, 8 deer and one small bear. We found a partridge chick in the road that was sickly. Wade moved it out of the road into the tall grass and we hope it will live.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
|Jake is on the left|
|Here is Jake rappelling from the helicopter|
Now getting back to Maine, no fire danger here. It's been cold and rainy, in fact southern Maine got about 6 inches of rain yesterday. We didn't get that much but it is wet and cold enough for a fire in the wood stove.
Wade hauled some firewood from the camp to the house. The old dump truck come in handy!