You could travel the world and never see one.
Or you could visit here and…
WOW. Look at the size of that one.
We’re talking moose. BIG MOOSE. The kind you see in Kennebec Valley. The kind my wife saw when she opened the drapes of the picture window in our cabin.
“And good morning to you too,” I called out.
That was after the shriek. Not a bad shriek. Actually a shriek of the best kind. As in, another Maine adventure experience checked from the bucket list. With an exclamation point.
My wife, seeing a moose in her pajamas.
Well, obviously the moose wasn’t wearing her pajamas. Fortunately, he had his own.
“I suppose you’re going to tell everyone about this,” my wife said.
“No,” I replied. “This is just between you and me – and the big guy with the antlers.”