Sunday after Church we headed north on I-91, picked up Route 2 East then changed to Route 16 which took us to Main Street in Rangeley about four hours later. The first half of the trip was in glorious sunshine where we enjoyed the gorgeous fall weather. By 7 PM it was very dark and we dropped our speed a bit as the road was VERY curvy and felt narrow with the trees right up to the road when there were not rivers or lakes next to the road.
We were grateful that the small very light-colored deer we saw were not interested in crossing Route 16. There was one first, then many miles later three more-two on one side of the road and one on the other. Those guys were not sure what they were going to do as we approached but then made the right decision and headed away from us. We saw a red fox, which did cross the road but far enough ahead that there was no problem, and a possible gray fox--it was larger than the red fox but not as large as a coyote would have been, so we decided it was a gray fox.
We enjoyed that wildlife but having had the moose hit several years ago, and noticing all the signs which said, "Brake for Moose. It could save your life. HUNDREDS OF COLLISIONS" every few miles, we were very watchful. About ten miles out of Rangeley Bob said, "Moose!", and there he was, walking down the edge of the road, heading towards Rangeley, too! Large, dark, with a huge rack. That really helped the sluggish blood pick up speed and start rushing through our (or at least, MY) veins.
We arrived at the resort just minutes before they closed the office for the night. We picked up our keys, a binder of info, and a map, plus an invitation to a coffee party the next morning.
We had no problem finding our cabin, though the entrance had a "speed bump" over the culvert at the end of our driveway. Hopefully we will not need to make a fast getaway any time soon!