Final Installment: New England Vacation Part 3

It's been so long since we got back from our vacation, that I almost forgot that the last stop on our trip before heading back to Connecticut, was to Portsmouth, NH. One of the main reasons we stopped in Portsmouth is that for four years, DG has been begging, pleading, and generally on all fours trying to convince me that we need to move back to New England. Several years ago, in the "get off my back" category, I told him that the only town that I would consider moving back to was potentially maybe Portsmouth. (I also told him I would rather move to Seattle, WA or Portland, OR. Please don't groan so loud Mom, you're hurting my ears.) Since we were in the same state, we had to stop in and say hello to the town and two of my girlfriends from High School, Roxanne and Ellen.

New Hampshire has about 13 miles of coast and Portsmouth is located on it. The architecture is beautiful, with gardens that are even better. An historic seaport town, it consists of roughly 20,000 and was incorporated in 1653. That is old. Older than John McCain. And if you get confused and take a wrong exit in the round-a-bout, you end up in Kittery, Maine.

Seen here is the dock we had lunch on one day. My mother and David opted for the lobster roll. I got salad. NOTE: When you are on a dock overlooking an Ocean, don't eat salad. Eat Seafood. Gawd, party pooper.

Portsmouth is gorgeous, and my friends did a really good job of promoting the area, discussing it's housing markets, jobs, and economic temperature. I just like Denver, in a forever kind of way.