Yesterday morning it was 14 degrees below zero Fahrenheit. Do you know how cold that is? Well, Gino was about twenty yards away from me walking toward the bunkhouse and I yelled “Good morning!” to him. Before the final “ing” got out of my mouth, the first […]
Read more →After a long trek across Maine from Brownville to Houlton and then north up the Trans Canadian highway, we arrived in St. Jacques, Nouveau Brunswick, late on Sunday evening. (I say “Nouveau” because I’m sharpening up my Français in case I get perdue-ed while the Head Musher […]
Read more →We’re in Brownville, Maine. That’s in Piscataquis County for you geography buffs. It must be the moose capital of the world. Every road has a “Watch Out for Moose“sign. You don’t want to hit a moose. As Casey Stengel once said: “If you hit a moose, […]
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