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.