We spent a few days in Portland (a business meeting, which included a tour of a local boutique vodka distillery: www.coldrivervodka.com) then zipped up Highway 1 to Freeport where yours truly picked up new waders at L.L. Bean (not the fancy Helix waders, something more affordable). After sight-seeing on the coast for a day we headed west to Rangeley State Park and some fantastic scenery and weather.
My original plan was to explore and fish the big waters: the Androscoggin River, Upper and Middle Dam, Rapid River, and the Kennebago River. However, after prowling around the area for half a day and learning about private paper company lands, locked gates, and other obstacles, I ended up fishing an absolutely breath taking no-name brookie stream for most of my stay.The local fly shop in Rangeley gave me the tip about the brookie stream (after I bought a lifetime supply of Hornbergs, Kennebago Wulfs, and Kennebago muddlers) and the inside scoop about a few other less well known areas. During my first evening on the no-name stream I met a husband and wife from Wellsboro, PA who had fished the big waters I mentioned above and advised me to stick with the brookie stream. I took their advice and thoroughly enjoyed the next two days.
Water levels were great on the stream because a gentle 12-hour rain the previous Friday night and Saturday morning (it was a long night in the tent, good thing we rigged an extra tarp to shed the rain.). On Sunday I fished upstream for most of the day and scrambled over Smart-car sized boulders.
On Monday, I headed downstream and found pool after pool of amber-colored water (think Black Moshannon stout from Otto’s Pub in State College) and eager brookies.
There were plenty of moose tracks (real moose tracks, not the ice cream) and other moose sign along the stream. 
At one point something large crashed through the woods along the stream while I was fishing. It could have been the elusive white moose that was the subject of many posts on a now defunct flyfishing discussion board (I think Wade had a photo of the albino moose a few years back).
Alas, it was just a regular old moose and not the fancy albino kind. Actually, this was a moose we sighted on Highway 16 south of Errol, New Hampshire.
Other sights: Pemaquid Light south of Rockland, Maine
Scarsborough Beach south of Portland
It was a good break from the rat race despite the ravenous mosquitos and other bugs.
