Portland was just as I'd pictured it: chilly, misty and eerily beautiful. The clouds were like nothing we'd ever seen before -- it looked almost as if a giant grey fluffy blanket was covering the sky. We enjoyed fresh lobster rolls for lunch and giggled at the sign on the deck -- even though it was drizzling, seagulls were perched over the restaurant hoping and waiting for a tourist to drop a little seafood in their direction.
One of James's friends from work used to live in New Hampshire, and he said we couldn't leave the area without driving the Kancamagus Scenic Byway -- 30ish miles of pretty trees with orange, yellow and red foliage and breathtaking mountain views through White Mountain National Forest. The scenery was something I'll never forget -- the entire drive kept my nose glued to the car windows (and out of the iPad) so I wouldn't miss anything. Even though we didn't get to see a moose (shoot) and it was pouring down rain, we loved that we got to see that part of the country at its finest time during the year.