A Guesty, Moosey Maine Summer
This is the inspiring and unforgettable story of two people who had a dream. That dream was to host good friends at their Maine townhouse for 47 nights over the summer and then to somehow muster enough energy to drive to Moosehead Lake and pay someone to show them where a moose was. Granted, it was a very specific dream. What follows are the details of those 47 guest-nights and the harrowing quest to see a Maine moose in the wild. Some of what follows is true. TLOTH and I are blessed with many fabulous friends and relatives. Each of us managed to garner a gaggle of wonderful friends during our prior lives. We added numerous friends to our collection during our seven years together. Once we knew we'd be spending our summers in Maine, we decided that our vacationland was too good not to share with all those friends. "But what if they actually show up?" I warned. "Some will; most won't," blithely offered Nan. Most did. To the tune of 47 nights between June ...