A fellow passenger on the ferry, all set to partae
Leaving Point Judith behind
Block Island, as you can see, is a not-so-bustling little town, just opening it's doors to tourists, after a long, laid-back winter.
An artsy storefront
We checked into the 1661 Inn...a nice little B&B on the island...one of the very few that are open year-round. The island was shrouded in mist most of the weekend, hence the ghostly pic.
Our living quarters
...complete with bike stand.
Complimentary decanter of brandy in the room was a nice touch.
We lunched at the only open restaurant on the island. Ah! Clam chowder...how I cherish thee!
We biked along the road overlooking the beach. It doesn't look too hilly, but to the novice cyclist that I am, it was! We didn't bike much, but every steep mile left me gasping. We managed to get some decent pics before the sun disappeared.By the time we got the the lighthouse, the mist had completely taken over. We were told that on sunny days, we could see seals basking on the rocks. Of course, no such luck on a misty day like this!
Dinner was at Sharky's, another place that had magically opened by dinner time. We opted for clam chowder (again!), a fried squid appetizer and shared a seafood platter. The waitress served us the main course, then promptly knocked a glass of merlot onto DH's lap, staining the only pair of jeans he had brought on the trip. The poor woman was mortified. DH took it in stride...it takes a lot to ruffle the guy. The food was delicious and we tucked in, despite having eaten a huge lunch and a pre-dinner, brandy-accompanied snack.