Looking for Moose is reminding me of a snipe hunt I was sent on as a new Cub Scout. “Here, Dave, hold this bag and we will chase them to you.” Highly amusing, apparently. We have had advice from 5 or six people on where to go to see Moose and they vary by scores of miles in every direction. I don’t doubt the good will and expertise of those we asked, but no two were even close. So, I conclude that you sent someone where you saw a Moose (2007 was a good year) or someone you know saw a Moose. Perhaps we shall not seek a Moose and one will randomly appear. We are in very Moosey habitat. Meanwhile, we have driven a lot, in the rain again but still gorgeous leaves and neat places. No regrets with or without the elusive Moose. Photography has not been great today. The skies are leaden, the colors are flat and the drizzle only stops to rain hard for a bit. But we Press On Regardless. We did come across a neat, still in use, covered bridge in a hamlet called Stark somewhere between our campsite and Vermont. 

Update Cadillac - where, what and with whom — for his fans

I should be still on strike but I had to report today that here in the heart of my relatives’ country, with me giving exact locations of my cousins, aunts and uncles, the Driver has yet to find a single one. You are trammeling me.