At first I wasn't sure if ole' Sarge would work out with us. Considering his catastrophic behavior and attitude upon his arrival to Maine. But once he got here and learned that he loved the great Maine woods he started to fit right into our family. We took Sarge up to the dirt roads above Greenville and did a lot of driving around searching for good hiking spots, campsites, and moose. Needless to say, he loved every minute of it. Not only were we able to find one of each: the trailhead to Big Spencer; a remote campsite on Blood pond that boasts 30 moose sightings in one week; and one big lady moose whom we named Big Mama, but we also were able to traverse some roads that only certain vehicles could have survived on (sorry minivan lovers, the North Maine Woods are not for you).
The boys and Sarge's first official moose sighting. Tyler and Simon have seen moose before.
Despite our initial setbacks in relationship this new guy on the block has redeemed himself by falling in love with the things that we love. He totes our canoe, boys, dog, and puts up with our bumpy road driving (as Eli calls it). All of this, and he didn't even get a flat tire* while we were up there.
Welcome to the family Sarge my boy!
* our previous 4 runner and explorer both got flat tires on the goldren road. They are some funny stories now that we are past them.