Growing up a hop, skip, and a jump away from New Jersey’s beautiful beaches, I haven’t had the need, nor the desire to check out any of the East Coast’s other beaches. I figured I had the best of the coast at my fingertips, and if I wanted to find better, the West Coast was where I had to go. I was so wrong.
On a short weekend trip to New England with family, I was lucky to escape Massachusetts for a few hours to run off to Rhode Island, where I fell in love with Bristol and Newport, and especially the little towns we drove through to get to our destinations. I could immediately see why they make so many films and TV shows about this kind of small town charm (Gilmore Girls, anyone?).
Jason and I started in Bristol, RI where we wandered Colt State Park and admired the view. We stopped by a little farm and met a bull, a herd of sheep, and the sweetest little cats in New England. We stopped by Quito’s for some clam cakes and fried clams like a true New Englander, which happened to sit right on the water and be the perfect sunset watching spot. The following day we took a drive to Newport, RI where we wandered along Second Beach, unsure if we should feast our eyes on the sunset over the gently crashing waves or St. George’s prep school sitting on the hill that looked like a snapshot from Scotland. It was a multi sensory experience at its finest.
What I could not get over was how clean the water is – from the surface it looked clean enough to drink, to bathe in… I wish I could say the same about my beloved Jersey beaches. Don’t get me wrong, Ocean City, NJ will always be my beach. It’s a little chunk of home, while RI is more of a vacation spot for me. The ginormous rocks, the homes sitting on the water, the sunsets, left me speechless, not to mention the friendly faces of every one on the beaches and strolling the shop filled streets.
Rhode Island, I’ll see you in my dreams.