Moosehead Lake

Right.

Particularly around places such as the Allagash Wilderness, Baxter State Park, and the Moosehead Lake region.

Witnesses have described, you know, the huge bipedal figure, estranged vocalizations, footprints, encounters deep in the areas of the woods where a person could disappear without another human being.

It could be lost for miles, not being recovered.

I can talk over anything.

Hey, I am up at Moosehead Lake and the closest, I got my father with me, but the closest one other than that, I hope isn't anywhere near me.

I'm sitting over looking at a very rough Moosehead Lake.

I am, I hooked up my Starlink, so thank you very much, Elon Musk, for helping me out just so I could do silly underdogs.

And I'm with you.

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joe etienne a son of the governor to go with us to chesuncook lake joe had conducted two white men a moose hunting in the same direction the year before he arrived by cars at bangor that evening with his canoe and a companion sabbatus solomon who was going to leave bangor the following monday with joe's father by way of the penobscot and join joe in moose hunting at chesuncook when we had done with him they took supper at my friend's house and lodged in his barn saying that they should fare worse than that in the woods they only made watch bark a little when they came to the door in the night for water for he does not like indians The next morning Joe and his canoe were put on board the stage for Moosehead Lake, sixty and odd miles distant, an hour before we started in an open wagon.

We carried hard bread, pork, smoked beef, tea, sugar, etc., seemingly enough for a regiment, the sight of which brought together reminded me by what ignoble means we had maintained our ground hitherto.

We went by the Avenue Road, which is quite straight and very good, northwestward toward Moosehead Lake, through more than a dozen flourishing towns, with almost every one its academy, not one of which, however, is on my general atlas, published, alas, in 1824, so much are they before the age or I behind it.

The earth must have been considerably lighter to the shoulders of General Atlas then.

It rained all this day until the middle of the next forenoon, concealing the landscape almost entirely.

The country was first decidedly mountainous in Garland, Sangerville, and onwards, twenty-five or thirty miles from Bangor.

At Sangerville, where we stopped at mid-afternoon to warm and dry ourselves, the landlord told us that he had found the wilderness where we found him.

Where French Canucks are employed at chopping, you must look to see them all quit work if a white owl flies from any of the trees they are felling, and they must not look back nor speak to it, for it is a ghost and will trouble them unless they leave that part of the wood for fully thirty days.

But worst of all is the Wendigo that ranges from Labrador to Moosehead Lake, preferring the least populous and thickest wooded districts.

A Canadian Indian known as Sole-your-Foot is the only man who ever saw one and lived, for merely to look upon the Wendigo is doom, and to cross his track is deadly peril.

There is no need to cross the track, for it is plain enough.

Do that on your own time.

My buddy's sister just got married up on Moosehead Lake.

So that's six hours just to drive up

there.

In August 2022, two campers in a remote part of northern Maine reported an encounter that left them terrified and unwilling to return to the wilderness.

The incident took place in a secluded section of forest near Moosehead Lake, where they had set up camp for a quiet weekend of hiking and fishing.

Their experience began shortly after midnight, when strange noises outside their tent escalated into the unmistakable sight of a massive hand pressing against the tent wall, just inches from where they lay.

Both witnesses were experienced campers in their 30s who often spent weekends exploring the backcountry of Maine.

Because if I go to the past, if there is no... self-healing you know kind of continuity in the timeline and you can mess up the path i would do it okay i would totally like i would like accidentally you know knock over jack ruby and and he doesn't kill jfk and then and then jfk like uh you know goes to war with china and like millions die and it's my fault freaky stuff is gonna happen i want to see it i want to know what's up

I would go to the past, and I would go to Moosehead Lake when I was a kid and fish with my dad one more time.

Oh, man.

Hell yeah.

... you wanna do?

Well, actually, I get, I mean, a pretty perfect vacation that we just did wa- um, was up at Moosehead Lake.

Oh, nice.

Yeah.

They only made Watch bark a little when they came to the door in the night for water, for he does not like Indians.

The next morning Joe and his canoe were put on board the stage for Moosehead Lake, sixty and odd miles distant, an hour before we started in an open wagon.

We carried hard bread, pork, smoked beef, tea, sugar, etc., seemingly enough for a regiment, the sight of which brought together reminded me by what ignoble means we had maintained our ground hitherto.

We went by the Avenue Road, which is quite straight and very good, northwestward toward Moosehead Lake, through more than a dozen flourishing towns, with almost every one its academy, not one of which, however, is on my general atlas, published, alas, in 1824, so much are they before the age or I behind it.

The earth must have been considerably lighter to the shoulders of General Atlas then.

It rained all this day until the middle of the next forenoon, concealing the landscape almost entirely.

The country was first decidedly mountainous in Garland, Sangerville, and onwards, twenty-five or thirty miles from Bangor.

At Sangerville, where we stopped at mid-afternoon to warm and dry ourselves, the landlord told us that he had found a wilderness where we found him.