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SPRING 2019 ISSUE 01 / VOL . 04
Seaplane transportation is a way of life up here .
Dangerous Moose Crossing Next 35 Miles .” Periodically I would notice swerving skid marks on the road in areas with no crossroads or other hazards . It slowly dawned on me that drivers were braking hard to avoid moose ; it ’ s not for nothing the speed limit is held at 55 mph .
We rolled through the Kennebec Watershed and arrived in Jackman , a lonesome outpost virtually on the edge of the wilderness . Simple saltbox structures with peaked roofs reflect an Acadian population , Americans of French descent who immigrated from Canada . Most information signs in Northern Maine are written in both English and French . My biker compatriots are Quebec bound , so we parted after a fill-up of 87 octane ; no high-test in the boondocks .
I headed east through the canopied landscape over State Routes 15 / 6 . Nearly 90 percent of Maine is forested , and I often felt claustrophobic tunneling through a viewless slot . After 30 miles or so of enduring the Beemer ’ s infernal pinging at every twist of the throttle , the sight of more lakes , rivers and mountains alleviated my ennui . Near Rockwood the Moose