We eased into our day before Gath and Bricole went their separate ways for a bit. We walked to the nearby Watch Hill lighthouse. The path to the lighthouse was at the end of a nice walk past some rather large houses on the shoreline. T. Swizzle’s house was situated up at the top of the hill in the other direction.
This would not be our only lighthouse of the day. Exciting! We then worked our way over to the free beach. Even though it was only about 10 am, it was already filling up quite a bit. We chanced upon Gath who had made their way to the free beach as well, deciding to save $35 in the process. The sun came and went during our time sitting at the beach. The seagulls were a constant threat, however. We did not have any food, but anyone who did had it snatched without mercy. Chips, snacks, baguettes — it did not matter. None were safe from the gulls.
Eventually Bricole left to pick up some sandwiches at a place down the road. A big thing in these parts is the Lobster Roll — a sandwich with bits of cooked lobster, celery, and mayo on a “grinder” roll (as the locals would call a bun). I felt obligated to try it since it’s a local specialty. It didn’t really dazzle me. It was fine, but I wouldn’t order it again, particularly because the price for such an item is much more than your average sandwich. When you try local specialties you always run the risk of having something that’s maybe too local; perhaps not good enough to transcend other regions and doomed to the fate of only being good to people who don’t know that tacos exist.
Post lobster roll, we mostly spent the afternoon chilling, though Nicole was kidnapped to go shopping and disappeared for more than an hour. I took this time to do a load of laundry in the Rhode House and sat for a while upstairs on the rooftop deck shooting some time lapse footage of the ice cream line and the hustlers charging $17 for beach entry. Eventually Nicole came back with some purchases (including a T-shirt for me purchased by her mum). Shucks.
Then we drove for almost an hour to Jamestown, Rhode Island. We stopped at the Beavertail Lighthouse, which signage told us is the 3rd oldest in the United States. I clambered along some rocks along the shoreline as ominous skies closed in. Luckily, this lighthouse was much more accessible than the one at Pt. Judith yesterday. Nobody likes a fence. The rain commenced as soon as we got back to the car. We had dinner at the Coast Guard House, where I continued my day of seafood type dishes by having a spicy crab chowder. It was actually pretty decent. I then continued to dominate other sea creatures as I polished off an order of fish n’ chips.
We returned to the Rhode House to sit by the fire pit upstairs for a spell as the fog closed in. Tomorrow it is supposed to be a complete washout, so it is perhaps best that we will be on our way out. I am curious, however, if this will even deter people from ice cream and beach lounging. Weathah doesn’t seem to be something that bothahs these people too much.
passports & pepto bismol 