Driving through Maine on the Old Canada Road is a feast for the eyes and for the soul. Quiet and beautiful. Not much traffic, but all of the moose signs were flashing. Once, in Newfoundland, we had a moose incident in the middle of the night. It was traumatic for all of us and we are still trying to forget it.
I love the relative non-populous-ness of Maine. There are lots of places for solitude here. And beauty. And fishing.
We made it to the Quebec border without incident. Things changed immediately. French, kilometers, more people and development.