Day 8 dawned bright, and as I looked out the window of our condo… windy. No surprise there.
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We said goodbye to Narragansett Bay.
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And a decent enough resort.
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Heading out of Newport, we saw a T Rex selling Girl Scout cookies and had to stop.
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These young ladies were doing a brisk business and we purchased 4 boxes in a drive through line. Very efficient.
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Did I mention there are windmills in Newport?
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Like, everywhere?
With the constant wind I can’t blame them. but it was odd seeing them randomly dominate the skyline.
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In Providence this fellow didn’t seem pleased with the time.
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In Massachusetts?
A very well marked curve.
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Clearly the clientele of this McDonalds outside of Boston are somewhat… questionable.
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Twin bridges somewhere along the way.
And in a mere 4 hours we were home, having greatly enjoyed our time away.
My husband’s birthday fell during our trip and while my surprise Antique Roadshow thing didn’t work out.. ( the rat bastards )…he still had a nice day.
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I thought this guy looked a little like His Lordship.
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Gift #2? A pair of night vision binoculars for critter spotting in the dark.
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Gift #3? A package of stickers that made him groan.
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Gift #4? A lighted coin microscope for closer examination of his collection … which he broke on day one.
After a nice lunch and waterfront stroll it was back to the trenches..
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To an even bigger though slightly nicer antique mall.
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I swear my husband’s eyes lit up the moment we stepped inside.
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It’s times like these I’m glad he’s a cheapskate when it comes to purchases. The man wants a bargain and there weren’t many to be had here.
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That frog was about five grand.
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I thought about this for the man cave.
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And wouldn’t have minded having this, but it was badly cracked.
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More wooden yardsticks.
For the love of God… why?
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Interesting, but a hard pass.
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Giant clam anyone?
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Just looking at these shoes hurt my feet.
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You know that was risqué for its day.
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Yes, he bought the yardsticks.
Sigh.
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I was really tempted to buy this vintage cocktail shaker and glasses for the man cave. It was even aviation themed which was my husband’s career field.
Coulda, shoulda.
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This place went on forever and long story short we were there until it closed.
I purchased this.
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A $500 Confederate bond from the Civil War. When we lived down south I used to pick up Confederate currency now and then but I didn’t have one of these. It still has four coupons attached, though I think my chances of cashing them in are slim.
As we were walking along the harbor that early evening, my husband spied a bar he’d heard about from some locals.
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The Quencher is what some might call a dive.
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But I grew up in New Jersey and then the working waterfront of Portland, Maine in the late 70’s and early 80’s (before gentrification of the Old Port). Trust me, I know dives… and this wasn’t one.
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It’s a bar, you should buy a beer.
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Old Winnie knew his stuff.
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Being a Wednesday, I made it just in time for 20% off.
This bar was loud, with a bartender uninterested in conversation.
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Internet photo.
We were still full from lunch otherwise I’d have been tempted to try a pizza.
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The husband did order wings which were awful, so no photo required. We had one drink and moved on.
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To the Newport shipyard down the road. The husband’s new favorite breakfast cafe was there and he’d come back to the resort every morning filled with stories of the giant ships being worked on there.
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Untold millions of dollars in watercraft require a 24/7 guarded gate and no one drives in without a pass, but we walked and the guard recognized my husband as one of the breakfast crew. It pays to make friends.
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This was a research vessel from Maine.
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And this catamaran cost well over a million itself.
Leaving Bristol, we saw a sign for a lighthouse and decided to check it out.
Off the main road, down a hill, onto a rutted dirt lane and under a bridge…
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We found this –
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A private home with no trespassing signs posted everywhere. You weren’t even supposed to turn around but unless we wanted to drive into the bay, we didn’t really have a choice.
Note to Rhode Island – don’t post signs for lighthouses you don’t want people to visit.
Geesh.
We did pass this little guy a while later…
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But it’s not like we could visit that one either.
Back at the resort, but with some daylight still to burn, we took a stroll around Newport harbor…
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Since it was literally across the road.
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Whatever PFD was, we didn’t have it.
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But maybe this Kraken did.
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Here’s a photo of my husband examining one of the boats we could probably afford.
I know it’s going to sound weird not to say chocolate or cheese or something wonderful, but honestly?
My answer is broccoli.
Every night when I’m cooking dinner I pick a vegetable for the husband and then choose fresh broccoli for myself. I could literally eat it with every meal. Steamed broccoli, roasted broccoli, broccoli casserole, broccoli salad… I love it all.
Weird, I know.
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How about you?
What could you eat every single day…
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