Rangeley, Maine 2013 Trip # 13

In 1995, we took our first trip north to Rangeley, Maine.  It's where we first met the rocking moose that lives in the Great Room now, and where Tara used an entire box of baby wipes to wash the walls of our B & B room while she was "napping".  We fell in love with the huge lake and how peaceful it was.  We took 5 trips there for the 4th of July before we had to skip a year when Meg arrived just weeks before we would have gone.  When Meg was 4, we ventured North again, this time landing at Niboban Camps on the shore of Rangeley Lake.

2004

Looking up from the dock - 2004