Lighthouses. Steaming cups of seafood chowder. Trees drenched in reds, oranges, and the brightest yellows imaginable. Oysters on the half shell. Frosty craft beers. Lobster rolls. Panoramic ocean views.
This is Portland.
(Oh, AND I took almost 9 minutes off my previous half-marathon time! 13.1 miles in 2 hours and 14 minutes.)
Portland is an amazing little city with so many things to offer.
We ate at Gilbert’s Chowder House 3 times in 4 days. THREE TIMES. Their lobster rolls were the best around, and the seafood chili (yep, they have a tomato-based seafood chili) is to-die-for on a breezy day by the sea.
Portland’s breweries are endless and seem to be popping up overnight, much like North Carolina’s beloved Asheville.
The hills are shockingly San Francisco-esque in some areas, which made for gorgeous views of the ocean and Back Cove and Casco Bay (and also made me really nervous for race day!)
Overall, this trip left me feeling calm, rejuvenated, and ready for fall. Thank you for your hospitality, Portland.