This is prety mcuh on the top of my “Things to do when I get home” list.
House, Block Island by keithbgoldstein on Flickr.
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Sunrise at Pt. Judith. Once I had a flight out of TF Green at 6:10, which sucked. The upside was, I got to watch the sunrise over Block Island, Point Judith, Long Island Sound, and the whole rest of the Atlantic Ocean. Probably the second or third best way to watch a sunrise. (by riLighthouse.com)
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#favoriteplaceever
Block Island, R.I.
“Block Island can be defined by what it lacks: There are no stoplights, no McDonald’s, no Holiday Inns. Instead, the town of fewer than 1,000 year-round residents ‘is a landscape of freshwater ponds, rolling green hills and dramatic 250-foot bluffs,’ van Ogtrop says. In winter, Block Island becomes an artists’ community.”
Definitely going to visit this place when spring/summer rolls around. Oh the places I discover while reading a newspaper in the middle of the night.
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Block Island Adventure Week was probably the best week of the summer. Here’s what went down…
Sailed from Bristol to Newport, stayed over in Newport, met some friends and hung out right next to some swanky houses on the harbor, slept aboard, walked around Fort Adams the next day, set sail as the Newport Folk Festival was starting up, got becalmed off of Narragansett for about 2 hours, had our boom fall off as we were passing the Point Judith light, decided to keep on sailing to Block under jib alone, slowly but surely made it to the island by sunset, anchored in about 5 feet of water next to a house having a huge wedding party, cooked some epic meal of dried tortellini, found a hardware store, slept aboard, went to said hardware store to acquire the rivets and rivet gun to fix the gooseneck, learned how to use the rivet gun (and fixed it), went biking and blackberry picking and swimming, met up with some friends who were on the Island, walked around for a while, made fun of the tourists, got bothered by our neighbor who thought we had set up too close to him, moved downwind a few yards, made another epic meal of more tortellini and boil-in-bag Indian food, slept, woke up to a gorgeous day, set sail for home, and then ran into a colossal fogbank as soon as we left the Great Salt Pond, felt our way up to Narragansett by guessing which way was North, power-reached up the bay, and made it home before the thunderstorms.
All without having a motor aboard.
Last weekend I went sailing to Block Island. It was fun.
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