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Beemer and me , we strode across the Appalachian Trail no less than four times .
used by lumbermen to clear timber . These roads were also the only way that supplies could be transported to the remote settlements in Maine ’ s frontier . Steamboats also plied the lakes , and in Greenville you can still experience a float on the Katahdin , now a museum . Seaplanes are a modern transportation way of life up here , and I spotted them clustered about , some available for sightseeing excursions .
After a night camped along the wooded shoreline of ultra-clear Moosehead Lake , I continued south on State Routes 15 / 6 . Here again were moose warning signs . I had inquired about moose the previous afternoon in a Greenville café , and was told by the waitress that if I wanted to see moose , take this road to the DOT maintenance yard at dusk . “ The most dangerous time !” piped up a diner . “ You ’ ll more ’ n likely hit one ,” chimed another . “ If a crazed logger doesn ’ t hit you first ,” he added . I made a cowardly retreat to my campsite . By the light of day the signs didn ’ t mince words : High Rate of Moose Crashes Next Six Miles .
I hooked up again with scenic Route 16 heading east past the distinctive spire of the Congregational Church in Dover-Foxcroft . American flags flapped from virtually every telephone pole entering and exiting Milo , another village embracing a picturesque river bend .