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In a bygone era of lakeside resort
hotels, Rangeley Lake House spread its arms and gathered
generations of vacationing families. In the early mornings,
Maine Guides rowed fly fishers in hand-crafted Rangeley
boats. Steel bit into jaw, landlocked salmon catapulted out
of the water, dime-bright flanks flashed in the sunlight.
At mid-day families lounged on the verandas and read, played
chess and checkers, tried croquet and badmington, or golfed on the
adjacent course. In the evenings, men and women strolled arm
in arm along the boardwalk, the moon's reflection sliding across
the mirrored lake. At Rangeley Lake Resort, time unfolds as
elegantly as the gracefully looping
cast of a fly line.
Imagine the utter excitement of a child catching his first bull
frog or perfecting her first swan dive. The electric charge
of a trout when it strikes the fly. The peaceful solitude of
an early morning excursion by canoe to the nature preserve. |
