DESTINATIONS|MaineAn <strong>of</strong>ten-overlooked Maine attractionBy Jessie Reynolds and Matt Renshawmatt renshawPortland Head Light: “The most photographed lighthouse in North America.”Departing in our bright-white,newly-minted 2009 Mustang convertiblerental from Toronto’sPearson International Airport at 11:00 p.m.might have seemed reasonable when wewere in the planning our economy-classtrip to Maine. When we finally pulled intoPortland, Maine’s largest city, seven cups<strong>of</strong> c<strong>of</strong>fee and roughly 10 hours later, werealized that perhaps sleeping throughthe night might have been a good ideabefore starting out on our two-week openairdriving vacation.The route was pretty simple and, forwhatever parts <strong>of</strong> it weren’t, our borrowed(and quickly mastered) GPS saved the day.It turns out that all we needed for a memorabledriving holiday is a convertible, c<strong>of</strong>fee-cupholders, a GPS and one statewidepull-out map (which was in shreds by theend <strong>of</strong> Week One). Driving from Torontoto Portland was purely an exercise ineconomy – we could have rented the carin Portland. We had convinced ourselves,though, that the journey was as importantas the destination. Luckily, we were right.From Toronto, we headed through NewYork State and Massachusetts before cuttingacross a small corner <strong>of</strong> New Hampshireand pulling into Portland early thenext morning. By then we had experiencedall Highway 90’s rest stops had to <strong>of</strong>fer:Welcome centres which provide free c<strong>of</strong>feeand tour books as well as the only cleanwashrooms we found anywhere in Maineoutside <strong>of</strong> our hotel rooms. In the middle<strong>of</strong> the night, America’s eastern seaboardrest stops are closed, with no concern thatdrivers are running out <strong>of</strong> gas, beef jerkyand c<strong>of</strong>fee.Portland conveys a sense <strong>of</strong> relaxationand efficiency, all at once. Once we enteredthe city, crossing basket-weave highwaysand bridges, we quickly sensed this moderncity is also an old city, full <strong>of</strong> historywith unique architecture, narrow cobblestoneroads and street-side c<strong>of</strong>fee shops.Here, a jazz quartet performed on thesidewalk. There, a fisherman carried hiscatch <strong>of</strong>f tug-boats. These days, though,the traditional or “hey-day” scenes takeplace in front <strong>of</strong> Internet cafés and fairtradeboutique import stores.Portland <strong>of</strong>fers a variety <strong>of</strong> chain hotels,small family-run historical hotels andconventional B&Bs. Many such rooms costbetween US$130 and $200 per night. Weopted for – what else? – a deal we foundon the Internet. The website, www.hotwire.com,<strong>of</strong>fers flights, hotels or packages56 SPRING 09 | APR–JUN
Maine|DESTINATIONSat vastly marked-down prices. However,when we made our reservation, all wecould specify is how many kilometers wewere willing to go from the city centre andthe minimum star-rating we wanted. Thename <strong>of</strong> the hotel wasn’t provided untilwe’d signed the dotted line.We crossed our fingers, hoped for thebest, and it worked. We ended up at thelovely Wyndham Hotel, which is lessthan a 10-minute drive from the centre <strong>of</strong>Portland. From the outside, it looked likea forgotten relic from the 1960s. Inside, therooms were luxurious. If one measuresluxury by the number <strong>of</strong> non-functionalpillows on the bed, it should be noted thatthe Wyndham boasted a seven-pillow bed.The food was delicious and the servicefriendly and prompt. We had free Internetaccess, together with the kind <strong>of</strong> toiletriesguests want to take home, to sit unused intheir guest bathroom.Portland itself <strong>of</strong>fered a wonderfulselection <strong>of</strong> shopping, restaurants, parks,architecture and, tucked into every cobblestonebrick and every artfully-designedwooden sign, the inescapable feeling thatwe were in the beating heart <strong>of</strong> New England.It was the combination <strong>of</strong> fresh saltyair, welcoming locals, unbelievable lobsterrolls, beautiful scenery and great shoppingin a well-established and active port town.We spent our first afternoon on theMainely Tours trolley with Bramps (“mygranddaughter can’t pronounce the ‘G’”),the guide who would lean in to the megaphoneand <strong>of</strong>fer personal anecdotesthroughout the three-hour journey. Thetrip took us from the docks, through thecity, highlighting Victoria Mansion, modernart galleries, the birthplace home <strong>of</strong> thepoet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Evangeline,Song <strong>of</strong> Hiawatha), several shoppingdistricts and views <strong>of</strong> the Fore River. Onebuilding to note was Franklin Towers, thetallest building (at 16 stories) in Maine.Portland passed a law that no buildingcould be taller, thereby helping preservethe beauty and history <strong>of</strong> the city and itswaterfront. Crossing the river on the wayto Cape Elizabeth, we took in the views <strong>of</strong>the Portland Head Light, the most photographedlighthouse in North America.As Bramps’ fascinating stories and thesalt-water taffy we had smuggled ontothe trolley ran out, we headed to Becky’son Hobson’s Wharf. This bustling dinerrewarded the very patience it demandedfrom us. The line-up <strong>of</strong> people outsideassured we’d picked the right place, butthe turnover was faster than we expected.The all-day breakfast was peerless, the c<strong>of</strong>feedelicious and the blueberry pancakes,a guilty pleasure we suggest not goingwithout. As it’s in a place centred on thefishing industry, Becky’s pays tribute tothe fisherman who helped build the city.To this day, whenever a fisherman is lostat sea, Becky’s stays open 24 hours and allthe proceeds go to the fisherman’s family.After a day <strong>of</strong> strolling through the city,we ended up at Dry Dock Restaurant &Tavern, which <strong>of</strong>fered the most extraordinaryEast Coast meal we enjoyed on ourtrip: fried clam cakes, a gourmet hamburgerand a lobster roll. The latter is alocal favourite for good reason.An East Coast meal wouldn’t be completewithout some local beer – we suggestAllagash, Geary’s or Shipyard BrewingCo. After enjoying the scenery <strong>of</strong>f the second-floorpatio <strong>of</strong> the restaurant, a busydock-side bar filled with the city’s 20- and30-something crowd, we went huntingfor an ice-cream shop. Beals Ice Cream iswonderful and homemade, a confectionwhich, in the rest <strong>of</strong> our vacation, we wereunable to equal. We suggest chocolate and– in case you stop by – one scoop is plenty.We returned happily to the bed <strong>of</strong> pillowsat the Wyndham and rested for theadventure we had planned for the nextday: Old Orchard Beach. We found thefamous beach more expansive than wehad imagined – it extends for miles – andmuch more family-friendly than many<strong>of</strong> its sister beaches further south. At OldOrchard Beach, the ocean is at its warmestin late July and early August.We left Old Orchard Beach a little moretanned and much more relaxed. The beachis half an hour from Portland. Were welocal residents, we would be there everyweekend in the summer – either for theswimming or for the picturesque ConeyIsland-type carnival which runs along thebeach.The convertible and the gorgeous highwayroute made it easier to tear ourselvesaway from the beach. There really is nobetter way to travel. Highway 95 runsstraight up from Portland to Kittery. Perhapsone <strong>of</strong> the most famous shoppingtowns in the U.S., Kittery comes right out<strong>of</strong> an Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue. Ithas an endless selection <strong>of</strong> retail and outletPortland <strong>of</strong>fers great shopping, restaurants, parks and architecture, together with the feeling that youare in the “beating heart <strong>of</strong> New England.”stores (J. Crew, Polo Ralph Lauren, LizClaiborne, Jones New York and TommyHilfiger). After resisting temptation in theinterest <strong>of</strong> trunk-space and self-restraint,we stopped by Bob’s Clam Hut (wherethe ice cream gave Beals a good run forits money) and the Starbucks across thestreet, where we did do some shopping,leaving with two five-pound bags <strong>of</strong> Gazeboblend. (Starbucks c<strong>of</strong>fee in the U.S.is almost half the price <strong>of</strong> Starbucks c<strong>of</strong>feein Canada.) The service was extraordinary– as it was everywhere we went in Kittery.You can’t go to Kittery and not go toKennebunk and Kennebunkport. Bothprosperous towns (which got their namesfrom the Abenaki people’s term for “thelong cut bank”), they are a great tourismdestination for people who enjoy seeingthe homes <strong>of</strong> some <strong>of</strong> America’s most af-istockdiplomat and international canada 57