Jamestown, Rhode Island

With the girls in school and our activities, by necessity, decreasing, I have decided to occasionally look back at some of the outings I missed blogging late in the summer. I spent our time in Rhode Island with a broken tooth. Between the exhaustion of travel and the pain of the broken tooth, I blogged very little. However, I do have some beautiful and funny pictures from that time to memorialize here. 

Perhaps my favorite place in Rhode Island is Jamestown. It is an island. The houses are a mixture of colonial and coastal. The smells and the sounds are exactly what a beach escape should be. The water hits roughly against the rocks. The air smells of salt water. I instantly relax as we drive over the bridge to Jamestown.

Beavertail Lighthouse, a picturesque lighthouse in Jamestown that sits at the entrance of Narragansett Bay, is one of our favorite stops. The land around the lighthouse is a state park and there is plenty of nature to absorb. Meg and Clare's favorite part of this area are the rocks that line the coast. They are rugged and a little scary for a mom to watch her children climb, but the girls love the adventure. Anne, on the other hand, took my words of warning a bit too seriously and refused to venture anywhere near the rocks for fear she would fall. 

The lighthouse property itself holds a lighthouse museum and a very small aquarium. I believe the aquarium houses sea life that has been rescued fairly recently. There was a small shark circling around its tank, which would periodically lunge out of the water in what appeared to be full attack mode. Other creatures were more sedate. The aquarium worker told Clare that some of the creatures would pose for selfies and indeed they did. 

At some point in the future, I am going to take a very comfortable lawn chair and sit right on the rocks for hours and hours and read while I listen to the waves crash. The kids are a little too young for me to pull that off quite yet, but it is a goal.