Here is, in no particular order, a list of my favorite spaces and places in this beautiful state.
1. The Spring House on Block Island. An old Victorian grand hotel, the front porch of the Spring House is the perfect place to while away an afternoon or evening.
2. Napatree Point, Westerly. Now a wildlife preserve, this spit of land was swept bare in the Hurricane of 1938, killing 15 people. Today it’s a peaceful beach free from the crowds that swarm other local beaches.
3. The view of Providence from Prospect Terrace Park. I love this statue of Roger Williams gazing out over the city he founded. I recently found out that H.P. Lovecraft frequently visited this park.
4. The Ocean Mist. The O’Mist is a legendary beach bar, hard by the shores of Matunuck Beach. People once played volleyball in front of the deck, but severe erosion has claimed most of this space…..pro: you feel like you’re on a poor man’s cruise ship….con: the future of the Ocean Mist is iffy. Come for live music, excellent fish tacos, and a great beer selection.
5. Diamond Hill Vineyards. Yes, a winery in Cumberland is one of my favorite spots! It’s really come a long way over the last few years, a great spot to hang out and sip wine. This picture was taken on a beautiful December day, when it warmed up to over 60 degrees!
6. The Towers, Narragansett. The entire town qualifies for my Best Of list, but the Towers are an iconic and beautiful landmark. Built as part of the Narragansett Pier Casino in the 1880s, they’re now a venue for private events.
7. Wickford Village. Shopping and dining with views like this:
8. THIS BARN. I am on a quest to get a picture of it in all seasons. Come on spring!!
9. The Pawtucket Wintertime Farmer’s Market. I can’t believe this place doesn’t get more press. It’s bigger and better than the summertime markets. I counted four vendors selling grass-fed meat. FOUR. There are fresh winter veggies, seafood & poultry, products such as herbals, honey, pickles, chocolates. My routine is to grab an insanely delicious crepe (my fave is brie, spinach & craisins), a coffee from New Harvest, and stroll around for an overview before I buy anything.
10. The Clarke Cooke House, Newport. Four stories of fun in a beautiful Colonial-era building, from the basement nightclub to fine dining on the top floor “Porch”….and five bars that I can think of.
Well, there you have it! Do you agree with my choices? Am I missing anything obvious? Be in touch and let me know!
Galilee! It’s really unique, a teeny mixed bag of a place. It’s a fishing village and a tourist trap, with our smallest state beach and a ferry boat landing (I can’t tell you where the boat goes, I promised in my last post). Full disclosure: when I commented to a friend that I love this village, she replied “it makes me want to jump out of my skin”. You just never know.
I took this picture on my phone at dusk the last time I was there. For you Stephen King fans, it was past dusk, it was actually the gloaming. If you visit, take a pass on George’s…..hit up Champlin’s for some fried seafood and a margarita.
I admit it; I have a bit of an obsession with Block Island. But….so does everyone who’s ever visited! (except for one person who shall remain nameless). There is a sense of place about Block Island. If you were ever kidnapped, and flown blindfolded to the island, you’d whip off your blindfold and look around and say “ahhhh, I’m on Block Island!” It’s something about the air, and the quality of the light….and those beautiful Victorian buildings with the red mansard roofs. There’s nowhere else like it on earth.
I was there this past weekend and besides our usual haunts, we had a mission. My friend’s co worker was a chambermaid at The Narragansett for several years in the 1960s. She’s not physically up to a visit but has never forgotten the island or her time upon it. We went to the inn and took some pictures for her; here are a couple of that beautiful place. And YES, I did get my perfect “California blue” sky!
Another random snap that I liked from this past weekend. Have I ever told you how much I hate power lines? I love electricity – am quite addicted to it actually – but HATE power lines. Why weren’t they put underground like 50 years ago? They ruin everything. Mostly my pictures.
One more….a picture not ruined by power lines:
I can see that this blog is in danger of becoming Jane’s Block Island Only Blog. I promise my next post will be a Block Island Free Zone. Promise.
I think I care too much about the weather. It’s completely out of my control and yet I fret about it all the time. Some days still stick in my memory…..rare New England summer days that I describe as California days….hot and dry, cloudless blue sky. That’s weather perfection to me. But I get caught up in it, and I don’t like that.
I have a vacation day scheduled for tomorrow; the forecast is calling for rain. One went so far as to use the word “washout”. If a vacation day from work is not one spent outside in sunshine I think of it as wasted. I considered canceling but I thought about the day I have planned with my friend. She’ll be away next week, and another week after that in July. Who knows when we’ll next get to spend a day together with nothing on the agenda? So now I’m thinking of how we can enjoy this day that somehow involves the outdoors, or maybe bringing a bit of the outdoors….in. I will post again and let you know what the day brings.
I didnt have any pictures of a rainy day, so I decided to use this one that I took recently to illustrate what a California sky looks like, for anyone who’s never seen one. This pic was taken at the Clark Cooke House, one of my favorite spots in Newport.
I’m lucky enough to have a pilot friend who has his own plane (fancy huh? I know) and last year we flew down to Newport on a fact-finding mission. Really just sightseeing but I like the sound of fact-finding mission.. I love this view of the mansions. If you’re wondering if I am nervous flying with him, well yes I am. Very. One day I’ll tell you about a flight to Block Island on a windy day.
This is one of my favorite views in Rhode Island. It’s the Mount Hope Bridge connecting Bristol to Portsmouth, taken from the Bristol side. At first glance this looks like a black & white picture, but it’s actually color that I took on a very gloomy day.
Bristol is a great little town, a bit of Newport in miniature: colonial architecture, great shopping & restaurants, but minus the crowds and chaos.