The slightly longer version: Excellent trip, if not long. I can honestly say I hate connecting flights. The flight out was good but the layover in Newark went from 45 minutes to 3 hours. My coworker and I had camped out in a bar next to the gate figuring to enjoy a few Sam Adams while waiting for the flight to Portland. After a beer (or two) we head off to get something to eat (figuring it would be after 8:30 when we hit Maine). When we finished up we wandered back to our gate only to find out they had changed the plane, changed the time, changed the gate. Had to hike back across the Newark terminal to our new gate only to wait another 45 minutes for our new flight. Needless to say, by the time we landed in Maine, I was pretty much fried. We got to hotel around 2200 hours in no mood to explore or enjoy the area (aka find a bar).
The weather was gorgeous. Clear skies, temps in the 50s. Made for a great run in the morning. Good trip, worked out well, got a chance to go into downtown Portland for some fresh Maine lobster. I even got to play with a overly affectionate, beautiful Golden Retriever in the morning that was staying at our hotel (don't tell Grayson).
|More than a mouthful|
|Not a happy camper|