Mooselookmeguntic Lake 2012

Where to start? Wow. We just returned from an absolutely wonderful trip to Mooselookmeguntic Lake where we stayed in a gorgeous cabin right on the water. Mooselook, as it is called, is located IN actual Rangeley, and it is mere YARDS away from its bigger cousin, the famous Rangeley Lake. An unusual, mysterious, bizarre lake that seems to make its own weather, have wave swells bigger than I have seen paddling or boating on the ocean, and have boulders strewn throughout the entire body of water--you are NEVER safe to travel by boat in this section of the lake....there could ALWAYS be a huge boulder right underneath you, mere inches below. I dont even know where to start, but perhaps I will let the pictures speak for themselves (with a little commentary, of course)

Callum sitting on the dock. This camp and dock were very old and rustic. Grandpop surmises the camp was built in the 1800s. The dock itself is built on nothing but old railroad rails for support, and rocks to anchor it in place. THe boards are rickety, as you can kind of tell from where CS is sitting. A VERY rocky beach that didnt lend itself well to 'swimming' per se....but rather playing, exploring, cooling off, and, as Callum and Maira found to be their favorite, filling up buckets and pails and dumping them on me while I stood below the dock.....notice our beloved Old Town camper in the background....a great boat.

Ms Maira really came out of her shell this week--her vocabulary, mannerisms, and personality seemed to literally EXPLODE this week; perhaps it was the high altitude or the ions emanating from the water...haha. She FELL IN LOVE with ducks (the kids found a duck whom they named EMILY, and this duck came to visit each day), loons (as did Callum), cheesecurls, blueberries, blueberry picking, and BaBa, whom she had to tell EVERYTHING to (Hey BaBa [pointing at Callum] buddy eatin noonut!! [Mairaish for DONUT]). Also, she slept aggregately for about 4 hours all week.

The inside of the gorgeous cabin. To the right, there was a loft of about 5 steps, and up there were four bedrooms. Callum and I shared a monastic cell containing a dresser and a set of bunk beds, of which Callum fell from (the top, of course) on night 1. He was okay and slept there again for the rest of the week. It was his little fort  #shadesofJJ. Notice, below, the nice porch off the great room (BaBa is sitting reading some WWII book) where we spent a lot of time. Through the doorway at the left center of the picture is the kitchen, where there was an old wood cook stove. I love those.

Also, as hot as it was for the rest of the world last week, it was cool on the water--actually cold one day. And we used the fireplace for a couple of days.

Amazing view out onto the dock, lake, mountains, etc. Off in the distance are, actually, the White Mtns of NH....

Going canoeing from the camp was a chore, since the Newfoundish coast made it virtually impossible to launch from shore. Thus, it was a two person job to manually lower it into the water off the dock. We didnt spend a TON of time canoeing on this lake, since, as I mentioned, the water was very active and indecisive--wind could pick up in an instant, and navigation was almost dangerous with the little kids, since there were so many jutting rocks. There was even a lighthouse in our cove--called Bugle Cove, by the way. Still, amazing views from the lake of the mountains, etc. And we had to get a picture of the camp from the water of course....

More to come, obviously. Thanks for checking in....feel free to leave a comment to let me know you stopped by the blog!