1495 miles, 29 hours, and 47 gallons of gas later...

I was wiped, totally wiped out. I made it to our new home south of Bangor at 1 am on Tuesday after 17 hours in the car. It was not pretty, I was not pretty. Poor Ben couldn't even get me to crack a smile, all I wanted to do was shower and go to bed.

The journey was long, I don't think I would drive that route again, at least not alone. It rained the whole time through Canada which made the mountain passes and logging trucks especially exciting. One tailgating dude found himself on the roof of his SUV, across both eastbound interstate lanes, after a little show of erratic turning and crazy passing. I was one of the first on the scene and called 911, in French. Wow my French is horrible, all I could manage to say was accident and ambulance. Those were the only words I knew, luckily another woman who also stopped took over the call because I had no idea where I was, just that I was somewhere east of Montreal on Hwy 10.

I crossed the US border about 10 pm on Tuesday, thinking I had less than 2 hours to go. It took me closer to 3 and a half hours, 3 very very long hours. And to add excitement to my misery I about took the midsection off a giant female moose just before Sugarloaf ski resort. Luckily I was able to slam on my brakes and the moose gave me a "what the heck are you doing here" look and crossed right in front of my hood. Not exactly how I pictured my first moose sighting here in Maine but no harm done, I just wished I had been able to snap a photo.