Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009
If a picture is worth a thousand words, this post is worth over 38,000 of them. I apologize. I deleted about half of the photos I took yesterday, but so many of them were good that I didn’t have the heart to cut any further. You’ll just have to look at them.
I think I’ve been to Block Island, RI once before. It seems like more than that because I think about the place quite often. It’s one of those little gems that most of the area hasn’t visited. Don’t get me wrong, Block Island is jumping throughout the Summer, but the crowds disappear in the off season. Ahhh, the perfect time to visit.
The plan was to travel out to Block Island to have lunch at the Spring House Hotel. For my birthday last year, Laura got me a gift certificate just for this. I thought it was a great idea and was excited to go out and use it. We would take the 11AM ferry from Point Judith, arrive at Block Island at noon, eat lunch and leave at 3PM. Well, that was the plan.
When we arrived at Point Judith, we were a little early. I made a big fuss about getting out of the house at 8AM. I totally forgot how long it took to get to Point Judith, so yeah, as I said, we were a little early. Like about an hour. Good thing there was a high speed ferry that left at 10:30AM and only took a half hour to get to Block Island. By taking the high speed ferry, we arrived on Block Island an hour early (11AM).
When we got off the ferry, we walked straight up to the Spring House Hotel. I wanted to go up there just to let them know we were going to walk around a little bit and then come back for lunch. Hey, guess what? When we got to the hotel, we discovered that they don’t serve lunch after Labor Day. Oh well. We left.
On the way back down the road, I explained to Laura that it was actually a good thing that I didn’t call first to find that out. If I had, we wouldn’t have gone there for the day and would have just sat around doing other things. I was glad we made the trip. We just went and ate somewhere else.
Here’s the really cool part. Since we had a few hours to use up before the next ferry would bring us back to Point Judith, we decided to rent a scooter (or moped) to cruise around the island on. That was worth it because scooters are awesome to drive around on and you get to see the whole area. We drove from the most Northern tip of the island to the most Southern and made a bunch of stops in between. We looked hot on the scooter and all the other scooter drivers were envious of us because we could drive 28MPH. That’s a full MPH faster than most scooters on the island. Nobody had the guts to go that fast besides us. We were a gang of two.
At around 2:30PM, we gave the scooter back and did our thing to get on the ferry. During the ride back, I actually fell asleep on the bench. This was the slow ferry, so I had the time. Laura was busy talking with some old ladies who smoke and drank too much. I’ll tell ya, those ladies knew how to party.
Here are those 38 pictures I was talking about above. Enjoy.
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Old fishing boat at Point Judith, RI
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Point Judith – Block Island high speed ferry
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Arriving at Old Harbor, Block Island on the high speed ferry
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Small garden at the Hotel Manisses
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Hotel Manisses, Block Island, Rhode Island
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Spring House Hotel sign
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Spring House Hotel, Block Island
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Small airplane on final approach to Block Island Airport
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Path leading down to Hotel Manisses
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Front lawn of the Island Free Libray, Block Island
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Large inn and restaurant on Block Island
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Surf Hotel, Block Island
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Scooter (moped) rental on Block Island
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Looking South on Corn Neck Road, Block Island
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Path leading to ocean
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Lonely house on Block Island
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Rock pile on beach
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North Lighthouse, Block Island, RI
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The scooter we rented on Block Island
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The rock pile I made on the beach – bigger than the rest
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Pretty shell from Block Island beach
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Bird house in Block Island National Wildlife Refuge
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More rock piles on a different beach – a whole bunch of them
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Block Island National Wildlife Refuge sign
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North Light Interpretive Center rock
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West Beach Rd., Block Island – heading towards West shore
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West Beach Rd. sign
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Sandy entrance to Mansion Beach, Block Island
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Looking North on Mansion Beach, Block Island
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Looking toward Clay Head Beach, Block Island
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Looking back at Old Harbor from Mansion Beach, Block Island
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Block Island State Airport sign
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Block Island State Airport
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Southeast Lighthouse sign
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Southeast Lighthouse on Block Island
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Mohegan Bluffs on Block Island
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Standing on small dock in Old Harbor, looking East
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Standing on same small dock in Old Harbar, looking at boats back in harbor
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Friday, October 3rd, 2008
Well, well, well, where have we all been? I guess it’s that time of year again for our annual visit to Stockbridge, MA. This is the time I usually get a gift certificate to the Red Lion Inn for my birthday. It’s a great excuse to drive up to the Berkshires to go apple picking at Windy Hill Farm and eat a nice lunch at Red Lion.
The thing is…you have to be really careful about the weather when it comes time to go apple picking. There is a tendency for rain in September and October, prime apple picking months. If you plan too far in advance, there is a chance you will be rained out. Actually, the best way to go apple picking is just by driving around on a nice day and unexpectedly drop in on a local orchard. I have done that many times. Or, it can be something that you wake up and decide to do, if you are close enough to an orchard.
We got semi-lucky and went on a day that was cloudy in the morning and sunny in the afternoon. It was breezy and cool, perfect for what we were doing. Amazingly enough, Stockbridge was full of people on a Thursday. I thought it would be nice and empty. I guess leaf peeping is more popular than I thought.
Here are some photos of our time at Windy Hill Farm.

Windy Hill Farm from behind

Windy Hill Farm from behind - further up the hill

Windy Hill Farm - up and over the orchard

Windy Hill Farm - walking up the orchard

Windy Hill Farm - apple tree

Windy Hill Farm - apple tree

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Windy Hill Farm - pumpkins

Me holding a pumpkin

Some kind of Holly bush, I think

Trees changing colors in Autumn
We had a really good time picking apples. Since it was Thursday, we got the Wednesday, Thursday special of only $16 to fill up two big bags. I thought that was pretty good. We also got a big pumpkin, some hot cider and a donut.
After that was all finished, we drove about a mile up Rt.7 to the Red Lion Inn for some lunch. This was a pretty funny meal. I ordered five plates of food. I though the salads were…well, just salads. I didn’t know they were an entire lunch for one person. After I got done ordering, the waitress just looked at me. I was like, “What, is that too much?” She said that it was fine. I just told her that we would wrap anything we had left over, which we did. It was fun.
After we were done eating, we walked upstairs to visit the room we stayed in over Christmas and to see the library we spent some time in. That was fun too. We then rode the elevator downstairs to leave out the back door.
I really like that place and I have to say that Autumn is probably the best time to go.
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Tuesday, March 4th, 2008
Laura and I decided to get in the car and visit Washington, CT yesterday. What was the destination? Well, no less than the Mayflower Inn & Spa in Washington, CT.
As I mentioned in one of my previous blog posts, my mother purchased a gift certificate for us a few years ago for the Mayflower Inn. If memory serves me correctly, we used it for a Valentine’s Day dinner, but I may be wrong. It was either that or New Year’s Eve. Anyway, we drove there at night and (even at night) really liked the area. We decided that it needed to be visited during the day.
Now, please let me explain…I am sure we have all heard of New England. Sure, we have heard of it, but have we ever really seen it? What we learned yesterday was that be merely driving through Connecticut and Massachusetts really doesn’t count for visiting New England. There is a little corner of Connecticut that, if visited, you can easily imagine some English dude sitting on a log with one of those white wigs on. That is what Washington, CT is like. You can also throw in Bridgewater too. They are both like that. There are more white houses that are over 100 years old than you know what to do with. Needless to say, they are really cool towns. Pricey towns, I’m sure. What really struck us both yesterday, was the fact that we weren’t able to locate one messy property or piece of junk. The whole entire area was extremely clean, which made us feel very nice inside.
One of the things that really aggravates me is the lack of pictures and videos on the internet. Even on Google Earth, people would rather post videos of their kid’s first birthday party, instead of videos of main st. in the town the video is attached to. When I visit town websites, I expect to see some sort of photo gallery or even a walking tour. You would be amazed at how few websites actually offer these features.
Since we visited the Inn yesterday and I happen to own a regular digital camera and a video camera, we decided to use them. I took all the photos and Laura took half the video. These are all just of the Inn and not the town. We’ll get to that. Enjoy!!!

It may look cold, but it was actually the first time this year that I actually felt a warm breeze. It was about 50 degrees outside. This is a photo of the path up to the bush maze, going towards the spa.


These are both of one of the places you can stay if you decide to check in.

This is a photo of the main building that we ate lunch in.

Here is a photo of the outdoor pool and the pool house. We decided against going for a dip.



These are all photos of the spa building.


This is my favorite part of the whole place. I just love the Rhododendrons and huge trees.
Ok, time for some video…
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Saturday, August 12th, 2006
I have been holding onto a gift certificate that Laura gave me for almost two years now. It is from 1-800-SKY-RIDE. The gift certificate was for tandem Hang Gliding with an instructor. How I ended up with this certificate escapes me. I am assuming that about two years ago, I was probably running my mouth about how awesome it would be to soar like a bird and how I would love, just love to go hang gliding one day. Low and behold, Christmas rolls around and a hang gliding gift certificate finds it’s way into my hand.
I though about switching it up with the company and adding a few bucks so we could both go on a balloon ride or something nice like that. Then a year passed. After that, the next year’s summer was coming to an end and I began to think that it would be a terrible waste to let this very expensive gift expire. Ah, what to do.
Today, the car drove me to Randall Airport in Middletown, NY. There was a guy there who accepted these gift certificates. 1-800-SKY-RIDE is a national company that works with local places. They charge a premium to purchase the gift certificate through them, because it is much easier. Then, you just have to redeem it at a local company that accepts them.
I arrived at about 9AM. It was quite breezy and cold. There were a few people hanging around talking the talk. No one was walking the walk yet. Everyone kept looking at the tops of the trees move in the wind. I think they all agreed that it was just too breezy to go up at that moment. I had to be home by noon because I had to meet a wood stove guy at my house. We were going to go over an install (another post). I asked the hang gliding instructor about just taking a ride up in the ultralight. I always wanted one of them and dreamed about cruising above the treetops around the neighborhood to friend’s houses. They agreed and we started walking towards the ultralight.

I thought to myself that this was going to be a snap. After this I would hop in my car and get back home. That’s when things got interesting. The pilot and I jumped in the seats and buckled up. He started the engine and we began to taxi up and down the grass runway looking for the best spot to take off from. In such a light aircraft, you have to find where the wind is coming right towards you. I yelled out a question…”How much runway do we need to get airborn?” He yelled back, “Not much at all.” Just then, he nailed the throttle. We jolted forward at about…I would say…400MPH. After about 10 feet of my chest collapsing, we were in the air. The ultralight was bouncing around in the wind and we were going straight up. I have never in my life felt such a sensation. It was not a good one. The air began to get colder as we rose higher. I could now see Middletown below me and the airport getting smaller. Just then, I looked between my legs, down past my sneakers at the ground. THE GROUND!!!! Wait, we were now at 2500 feet and rising and I was looking down past my sneakers at the ground??? Oh crap. I decided to really try to relax and enjoy the ride. I couldn’t do it. There was so much adreneline running through my veins, my legs started to shake. I was freaking out and it was freezing. All I was wearing was a fleece.
I took a quick glance at the altimeter to see how high we were. We were now at 3000 feet and still rising. Apparently, the wind was sucking us up. With something so light and wings so big, the lift is incredible. We kept getting pulled up. After about 20 minutes of sitting in the same spot flying into the wind, I waved to the pilot, motioning politely and thinking, “Ok, you crazy bastard, let’s get the hell out of this sky and off this flying bicycle.”
He banked hard left and began to decend. We were having a tough time getting down because the wind kept pulling us up. We finally made it so the runway was straight ahead. We started decending quite rapidly. A little too fast for my taste. I swear we were going right towards the ground. I pretty much admitted to myself that we were dead. I honestly thought we were going to die. As we made our way down, down, down, the ground got closer fast. When we were about 5 feet from the ground, my arms now fully braced on the pipes on either side of me, the pilot pulled up fast. We landed quickly and smoothly. We taxied back to our place of origination and turned off the death machine. The pilot was all grins. He asked how I liked it. I mumbled out, “Great. I really had a great time.” At the same time I tried very hard to conceal the fact that my knees were almost clacking together.
Everyone on the ground who watched us go up agreed that they saw a lot of turbulence on our way up and a complete nosedive on our way down. They thought it was too windy.
I hung out for a few minutes and then got in my car to leave. I called a few friends and after about a half hour, began to relax.
If you are reading this and in any way, shape or form think that I may be exaggerating, please, be my guest and reserve your spot on the next ultralight ride out of Randall Airport in Middletown. Heh, heh. Then, give me a call and we’ll talk about it.
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