During the many years I lived or vacationed in Maine, I never saw a moose in the wild. Frankly, after all I’ve heard and read about them, I’m not sure I’d want to see one except from the safety of my home or from my car as I drive in the opposite direction. Which isn’t to suggest most moose are aggressive toward humans, because usually they’re not, although they can be unpredictable and at thirty-five miles per hour, they’d definitely be able to outrun me.
However, since the moose is Maine’s state animal, I’d be remiss if I didn’t allow one to wander through the pages of my Serenity Ridge series. That’s one of the wonderful things about writing and reading fiction—it allows us to encounter people, places and things we might not otherwise meet.
As for whether this is the last time Serenity Ridge’s heroes and heroines cross paths with this great animal... I hope you’ll read the next two books to find out!
Blessings,
Carrie Lighte