(Maine, pt 1)
At the tail end of July, when I was barely keeping my head above water trying to finish school and put in 60+ hour work weeks, I needed something to look forward to. I hadn’t traveled since April, and that is way too long for this girl. So I called up my favorite travel buddy, and our conversation went something like this:
(Anna): “Hey, Betsy - wanna go to Maine?”
I’ve got a laundry list of US cities/states that I want to eventually visit, and Maine wasn’t really at the top - but it was probably one of my favorite domestic destinations thus far. When I arrived in Portland at the *cough* Jetport, I had no clue just how small the city was. So tiny. And full of adorable elderly folks, who I only assume galavant around the gorgeous coastal city enjoying retirement in the finest of ways.
Betsy and I collected our tiny rental bullet car and headed downtown. The strip, fronted with a play off of the NYC Flatiron building, was lined with various bookstores, coffee shops, and lots of cute boutiques. My favorite, however, was the antique map store, where we were greeted by Henry the Cat, who had a demanding presence and his own business cards.
I was in such a fantastic mood after exploring for a few hours, thanks in part to the beautiful cool, fall weather which is probably two entire months ahead of home in TN. The leaves were insane and the colors were vibrant.
If you’ve been following me for a while, it’s no secret I love food. And it’s no secret that I love food on vacation the most. So I accepted the responsibility of finding a place for dinner, which was no short order with my counterpart having 20+ miles on her schedule the next morning. I yelped, chose, and we hit the Thai jackpot. I’ve never put anything so delicious in my person before. I was inappropriately sighing and moaning after each bite.
Clearly, Thai is the best pre-run fuel ever (sorry, pancakes) because I ran farther and harder than I had in months. Betsy did a ridiculous amount of miles, and then came back to get me for ~10 more. I forget how incredible trail running can be - it is what you make it. Aside from practically barrel rolling Betsy down a hill after tripping on stumps and sticks because I just had to change my Spotify song every 10 seconds, it was the perfect ‘comeback’ long run. I also carried a pop-tart for the first 5k, which beats any kind of GU, ever.
It was an A+ day.