Little Rhody Road Trip

An arranged long weekend; my girls in Providence and Boston; and a full tank of gas; it was clearly time for a quick road trip to my home, Rhode Island.  I've barely been back for the last 20 years.  I spent a good chunk of my youth planning to escape; and now I can foresee a future where I end up back there (or closely nearby.)

We arrived in Providence at about 11:30 AM, having taken a final highway named for a Woonsocket-born actor of the 30s (really; is that all they could come up with?), but since M had plans until 6:30 or so, and K's train didn't come until that time, either, A and I had some time to poke around.  We could have chosen to go south to the beaches, or east to the Cape; but we'd had enough driving.  We chose to go a few miles north, to my home town, Cumberland.

The remembered route home, along the Blackstone River, was closed to traffic (since 2004?) and so we could not enjoy the winding trip past the old textile and nut and bolt mills.  I couldn't race over the railroad hummocks and throw our stomaches into our throats.  We were instead shunted into Central Falls.  The roads here are old; narrow and tortuously winding; many of the bridges and underpasses are single lanes.  Honk as you approach, cross your fingers, and go through if it appears to be clear.  It usually works, but when a truck, clearly too tall to go under a railroad bridge attempted to anyway, we had to back-track.  We went past Macumber Stadium, where I played American Legion Baseball.  The field looked the same, but a foul ball to either side would now deposit the ball on Prison Land (the barbed wire was impressive), and a homer to right would land on the roof of a closed mill.  Forget parking one to left or center; 360 feet down the line to left (I did hit the wall once for a triple), and well over 500 feet to dead center.

We did find a pleasant (new-to-me) access to the Blackstone River, so we took a short walk here.

We quickly found an unexpected campground in Central Falls!  It was pretty well deserted, this entry provided free samples of native poison ivy, and the Blackstone River smelled somewhat familiar; but what a beautiful day!

I've got The Granite of New Hampshire in my muscles and my brains, but I suspect that it's dissolved in Blackstone River water.

The Blackstone was running low and clear; clearer than I'd ever seen.

From here we went to see the old homestead; but first we stopped at what was once my maternal grandparents' home.  This neighborhood was remarkably familiar; many houses were still the same color they were in the 70s!  My grandparents are buried across the street, and we quickly found their tombstone.  I can't exactly say I paid my respects, but it is a good thing to at least know where these things are.

My maternal grandparents' house looks pretty much exactly the same as when they sold it in the early 1970s.  (It's white instead of gray.)  This is where I famously ate a whole chicken at the age of 3 or so, and learned how to ride my bike.  Since a baseball friend's family bought this house from my grandfather, I spent a lot of my time here in my early teens, too.

From here it was off to the house of my childhood.  We took the back way there, and we encountered a fair amount of "new" development.  My favorite house (the one with the porch roof built around a fully grown tree) was gone, but the nearby "Piggery" was still there, unlike The Pond.  Both were important portals to my fishing life.  Many bass (and some impressive 'gills) were caught from each.

They've added a wing to the house I grew up in and paved the driveway.  A little fancier paint job and extremely well-kept, but otherwise totally familiar.  My pond, fields and woods are mostly gone to development now, but it looks like a nice place to live.

At this point it was time to look for lunch; both A and I wanted an authentic R.I. grinder.  We took a tour through the various burrows of Cumberland and turned around at the high school.  We found a sub shop from my high school times and sat down for lunch.  It was about here when I realized that I didn't really want to encounter somebody I actually knew.  But the demographics of the place seem to have changed, and it was the middle of a work day; so I never actually realized this concern.

My parent's sporting goods store is apparently still owned by the original buyer.  He moved it kitty-corner across the parking lot.  The neighborhood had a new tattoo parlor, but was otherwise familiar.

The original Sportstown was across Mendon Road from a Rhode Island Icon; Del's Lemonade.  This was probably The Original Gatorade, and many Little Leaguers were motivated to great performance heights by the prospect of a post-game Del's.  These were sold in different sizes; the 5-center was small, the dimer was adequate, and the 25-center was a giant reward.  I'd usually pick up a pack of Topp's Baseball Cards, too; awesome gum and 10 cards or so for a dime.

There's no reason to suffer from scurvy in Rhode Island.

We had to stop!  We shared this drink.

We couldn't resist the commemorative cup.  I'm enjoying an 800-center!

On our way to the local State Park (Lincoln Woods), we stopped at Ann and Hope.  It's no longer open as a department store, but the building seemed to be in good repair (for a former mill of such age.)

The original department store?  Now it seems to host flea markets.

The Dividing Line on a foot-bridge over the Blackstone River.  Access to the river was much easier!

The inviting Blackstone.  But if you look carefully, there's a sheen and an absorbent boom by the factory downstream.  There's also a property of seemingly deserted semi-trailers to the right.  So things are better; but they could be better, yet.

As our designated meeting time approached, we wandered down to Providence.  This city seems to have cleaned up pretty well and was more vibrant and accessible than I remember.  Plus, there are now fish in Narragansett Bay, and there seems to be so much more to do!

Upper Narragansett Bay, from Providence's India Point.  The windmills are new-to-me!

The Providence Waterfront at the head of Narragansett Bay from India Point; this area now has easy access.  The Hurricane Barrier is kind of behind the bridge.  This area hosts seasonally excellent striper and blue-fishing.  The current was ripping, but there didn't seem to be much going on, here, fishing-wise.

There is some concern that the greeting "What Cheer, Netop?" will become common practice within the family.

Who can argue with a heritage that includes participation in "a lively experiment"?

I've always loved the understated beauty of the Rhode Island flag and motto.

Rhode Island's Capitol; The Minuteman (ready in a minute to defend his state and religious freedom) stands watch atop.

My maternal grandfather has his own government building in Providence.

Entrance to the Powers Building.

By 7 PM we were all together and in the truck, bound for our hotel in Middletown.  After a nice informal meal of local pizza, we were well poised to "do" Newport the next morning.  Katie and I made a quick trip to the Goat Island Causeway, where some folks were squidding.  But we were all tired, so we were soon in bed, awakening to our first (and only?) Rhode Island Dunk Do' of the trip.

It was a beautiful morning, and we spent the day wandering around Newport, doing the Cliff Walk, checking out beaches, shopping and eating.  

My girls, on the rocks.

A little time in downtown Newport made me all artistic-like, so I took this picture of the green bike against the green wall.  There's no other purpose to this pic other than I like the colors.

What's a trip to Rhode Island without going to Newport Creamery!  Drinking three "Awful Awfuls" used to get you a 4th one for free, but a single "Junior" is enough for me now.  Make mine Coffee, please!  And I love their trademarked slogan.  It is, after all, a drink.

The evening had been planned around the rising of the Super Full Moon.  We picked our spot and enjoyed each other's company as we waited, freshened by a comfortable sea breeze.

We set up for a view of the Super Full Moonrise.  We were positioned perfectly, but  a fog bank at sea muted our experience.

The moon got a little more impressive as it rose, but for A, it's all about the horizon.

The next morning it was another good Middletown meal; but then off to Boston to drop K off at her summer digs. I was pleased to see her accommodations seemed nicer than expected.  At 11:28 AM we said goodbye, got on I-90 West, and headed home.  With a pleasant stop near Buffalo for the night, and two easy border crossings, we were home by 2 PM the next day.  That gave us enough time to clean up, rest a bit, reflect on this weekend, and prepare for the week ahead!

Just a small example of the artwork that adorned the entirety of our most excellent hotel near Buffalo, NY.

All this was made somehow better and more enjoyable for all, because there were no fishing plans.  It was all relaxation, with no anticipation or trepidation.  Of course, how could I not day-dream of some Block Island squid-hounds, the local hot fluking, or a trip to the Cape Cod Canal, an iconic tackle store, or (dare I even say it)  for Cape Cod/Massachusetts Bay bluefin tuna?  I can go back for those when the timing is more appropriate.  I suspect there will be many more opportunities to do so.

***The trip was also made better by my new ability to text-message and share pictures with my brother.  He finally got a 21st Century phone!