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... and the masses need to be told.
We awoke feeling much better on Thursday and headed to the Cliff Walk. This is basically a sanctioned 3.5 mile sticky beak with the Atlantic Ocean on one side and huge mansions aligning the cliff face on the other.
Most of these mansions were constructed in the so called Gilded Age of 1880 to 1920. A period when Newport was at the height of its industrial wealth. As well as being a favourite summer locale for ...
... Daisy" - code for a wizened local, law abiding gastropod who used his rear view mirror just once to see how good he looked as he was getting to where he was going. For the last ten miles of our journey Deputy Droopalong hovered magically to one mile below the 35 mile an hour speed limit, on a road where winding, blind bends and unbroken double-yellow lines extended an invitation to pass only to the immediate family and friends of crash test dummies. This was significant due to ...
... It's like a see saw, operating on counterweight that continuously balances
the span the entire upward swing. The next was the railroad bridge that swings sideways and we were out in the open. There were a few nice swells that had us "rolling". I preferred to be on the high side of the boat. At one point from the boat we were able to see 3 states - Conn, NY and Mass. The captains helpers kept us entertained with their stories, lore ...
We drove from Plymouth, Mass. through Rhode Island and into Connecticut today.
The rains started about 5 miles before we reached the Rhode Island border and didn't quit until we were well into Connecticut. We stopped for the night at a State Park not knowing that dogs are not allowed in ANY state parks in Ct. Unbelievable.
We did find some pretty places in the park, but we certainly didn't hang out for ...
... to rain) and they were playing in the pool.
Within minutes, Alex was in the middle of 13 boys throwing a baseball-sized hard foam ball back and forth in sort of a modified pool version of dodgeball. For almost 45 minutes, Alex and the other boys laughed, yelled and splashed as they unwound at the end of the day.
Alex and I came back to the room to read, relax, and call it the end of the day.