48 Hours in Portland

Last weekend I had an opportunity to spend the weekend in Maine. During my college years I made the trip between New York City (my hometown) and Orono (Google it) in one or another clunker so many times that my memories surrounding the drive might be tainted with a case of PTSD. But this trip was different. And not only because I wasn't driving a 1978 Oldsmobile Cutlass Wagon or because I had a cell phone. I was a grownup (for as much as that means) getting away for the weekend. I had a quick bit of work to do and a hotel room waiting and friends to visit with.

And my camera.