>> Friday, August 01, 2014
I always feel like summer goes by so quickly here in Boston. It takes forever for the weather to get warm, and when it's finally warm, it's a mad dash to take advantage, as much as possible, of the beautiful weather.
June was a blur to me. After intensely plowing through my 31 posts in 31 days in May, I took a break the first half of the month before heading off to the Canadian Rockies for a week with Bryan's family (Highly recommended. I think still it's one of my favorite places on earth). In July, the weather finally became truly warm. Just two weeks ago, we found ourselves surprisingly free one weekend. Sort of at the last minute, we decided to spend a weekend in Portland, Maine, one of the few nearby cities that we'd never visited (and everyone kept telling us we had to go if we loved food, craft beer, and the ocean.)
After finding some last minute hotel rooms in Portland with Bryan's numerous hotel points, we tentatively made plans to drive there Friday night. As soon as I finished volunteering at the Boston Rescue Mission Friday evening, we left Boston at 9PM sharp and arrived in Portland right around 10:30PM.
Yep, when you leave that late, there's no traffic!
We had less than 48 hours in Portland. We knew we had to make the most of our time there.