Block Island Wrap-up

I always take an extreme amount of pictures; this is generally accompanied by a statement to the effect how great for amateur photographers (and those of us not even in that league yet) that digital rules the world now… and you don’t need a camera the size of a breadbox to snap a great picture, or even one with a special zoom lens. Why, our iPhone 5 takes incredible pictures and uses its flash more intelligently than my Sony Cyber-Shot, so you don’t even need a camera anymore.

Here’s a bunch of pictures of other Block Island sights, sites and sightings!  As lazy as we were, we still managed to walk around every day, either over toward Old Harbor or around New Harbor, or places in between.

The Mystic Whaler spent a night and in the morning sailed off to Sag Harbor

The Mystic Whaler spent a night and in the morning sailed off to Sag Harbor

Red Gate Farm across the road from the Boat Basin in New Harbor

Red Gate Farm across the road from the Boat Basin in New Harbor

The island cemetery offers a lovely view

The island cemetery offers a lovely view

Doris Payne passed away in 2004 but her Killer creations live on- 50yrs this year

Doris Payne passed away in 2004 but her Killer creations live on- 50yrs this year

Many families have lived on Block for generations and names such as Ball, Payne, Littlefield, Dodge and Champlin are well known across the island and you will assuredly run into one of these names as you shop and sightsee around.  It was only a matter of time before this popular name combination occurred.

When a Dodge marries a Ball; is the result fun and games? Labor Day weekend 1989: our recently purchased 21′ Larsen, Lady L  was ready for a long trip- but was I? We anchored near shore, with a stern anchor to keep us from swinging into any of our too close neighbors, near the house with the green roof- the location we’d give to the launch operator so he could find us in the harbor.  We didn’t even own an inflatable dinghy back then.  You know, in the good old days 🙂   In the middle of the night, the boat in front of us woke us up because he thought we were dragging; no, the wind changed direction- we didn’t swing but he did. I’m sure we appreciated his concern.

The House with the Green Roof readies for a Saturday wedding

The House with the Green Roof readies for a Saturday wedding

Crescent Beach- a lonnnnggggg curve of beach comprised of several beaches

Crescent Beach- a lonnnnggggg curve of beach comprised of several beaches

Some donut humor- sign in window at Killer Donuts

Some donut humor- sign in window at Killer Donuts

 

Celebrated my birthday two days early at Harry's of Mt Holly, VT fame

Celebrated my birthday two days early at Harry’s of Mt Holly, VT fame

Sunday arrived and with it a potential motor-sail back to Deep River, no rain in sight and the waves of Block Island Sound a benign one foot at most. We departed at 11am in order to catch a favorable current through The Race and west through LIS. That would get us back during mariners’ twilight, a delayed darkness occurrence I am thankful for.

A mile south of Essex we came upon several boats anchored on the river’s edge near marsh grass heaven Goose Island. RiverQuest arrived too as did the small sailing schooner the Mary E.  Took a minute to figure out what they were there for- and I am not telling. Stay tuned as Ortolan prepares to hang out with feathered friends later this week.

Jeepin’ Around the Block

Every island, no matter the latitude, possess an aura and allure that the mainland can’t quite compete with. Block is no exception; exploration, recreation, entertainment (even in the anchorage), beaches, shopping, food of all kinds- all to tempt you and keep you coming back for more. Over the years we’ve seen quite a bit of the island on foot, bike or taxi and this time I really wanted to get back out to the lighthouses and see more of the island. Block covers approx. 11 sq miles or 7,000 acres (including the Great Salt Pond); roughly half the land is preserved space. It’s easy to forget that Block Island offers more than a shop-filled main street that looks out over the ocean with unobstructed views to the horizon.

Water St in Old Harbor- Surf Hotel in background

Water St in Old Harbor- Surf Hotel in background

Shopping was not on my list and since I was obviously ill :-), Russ agreed to rent a Jeep for our island tour ( I also played the “birthday week” card). – side and rear panels removed. We began by driving up Corn Neck Rd to the North Light.

Hey-Going my way?

Hey-Going my way?

Our route is darkened, black dots show our stops

Our route is darkened, black dots show our stops

North Light: a 1/2 mile walk from the parking lot and not open during the week.

North Light: a 1/2 mile walk from the parking lot and not open during the week.

An event is recorded - for us to wonder and for nature to reclaim one day

An event is recorded – for us to wonder and for nature to reclaim one day

The Sacred Labyrinth

The Sacred Labyrinth

A display of labyrinth-related items including a journal kept in the box

A display of labyrinth-related items including a journal kept in the box on the lower shelf

The sacred labyrinth is made from small stones  and has a beautiful view of the North Light and Sachem Pond. A single winding path leads to the center and back out. Walking the labyrinth is a universal ritual that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. Often believed to heal body and soul; I must agree, as simply being near it cured me of my no-shopping illness.

We skipped The Maze, but later read it is a “must-do”.

We zoomed south past the beaches on Corn Neck Rd, fortified ourselves with a quick outdoor lunch and a T-shirt purchase for Russ ( see? bet he’s glad I got cured), then headed up Spring St toward the Southeast Lighthouse and the breathtaking Mohegan Bluffs.

Looking at Southeast Light from the edge of the bluff

Looking at Southeast Light from the edge of the bluff

A lighthouse on the move; in 1994 it was moved back about 500ft as constant bluff erosion was going to eventually topple this grand structure into the rocky shore below.

Looking down the more than 120 steps to the beach at Mohegan Bluffs

Looking down the more than 120 steps to the beach at Mohegan Bluffs

Just past the lighthouse is access to the beach far below. At one time the steps ended right at the beach but storms destroyed the lowest section and someone must have said, “why bother to replace it, people can use a rope.” I stayed on the landing with the camera and Russ hit the beach for close-ups on the field of cairns piled everywhere. Forget bluffs, this was more like Dune. Free transport to a sci-fi planet.

Russ makes the final descent to the beach

Russ makes the final descent to the beach

 Cairns piled across the beach

Cairns piled across the beach

Russ snaps close-ups with the trusty iPhone

Russ snaps close-ups with the trusty iPhone

Close-up of a tall one

Close-up of a tall one

A balancing cross cairn

A balancing cross cairn

Fresh Pond as seen from Greenway path

Fresh Pond as seen from Greenway path

The island contains several greenways and we walked part of one after “escape from planet cairn”.  As we traipsed along through the narrow swath of path through the fields, I began feeling sleepy, sleepy , oh the poppies, so sleepy.

What, not poppies?

What, not poppies?

and this isn't the wizard?

and this isn’t the wizard?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sign by the seasonal Coast Guard station at the entrance to New Harbor

Sign by the seasonal Coast Guard station at the entrance to New Harbor

One sign that is hardly needed is one pointing to the beach; from anywhere on the island you don’t have to walk far to find a great beach. With enough time you can try them all, each is unique, but none had many shells and even less sea glass.