Moose

New Hampshire does like their moose. Moose statues, moose paintings, moose on t-shirts, moose postcards. Just no real moose to be seen. We decided to remedy this by an official moose hunt after dinner. First up was trying to find dinner in northern New Hampshire on a Sunday early in June. So many little restaurants closed permanently, perhaps due to Covid restrictions, perhaps just normal attrition. Others take that evening off. Finally, just when Alex said McDonalds and a Subway were not too far away, and I had made whiny noises, we passed Gorham House of Pizza. Open and with cars in the parking lot.

Continuing our commitment of eating fairly well, I ordered a small spinach and feta calzone for me and a small Buffalo chicken wing one for Grant. When I asked about the size, the young woman behind the counter said it was like a slice of pizza folded over. Or at least that’s what I though she said. Each actually was a small pizza folded over. Delicious, and fortunately cut into pieces, so we ate calzone for several days. Absolutely yummy.

Now onto our moose hunt. Driving along the Androscoggin River looked like prime moose territory, and it was. Standing next to the road was a young bull, munching away. We watched him for several minutes, then he ambled up across the road and into the woods. A gorgeous animal. Evidently moose are suffering from ticks that white tailed deer have brought as they extend their range north. But this guy looked great. (Picture by Susan Throme-Barrett)