on an island in the sun

Block Island


Block Island


Block Island


Block Island


Block Island


Block Island


Block Island


Block Island


Block Island


Block Island


Block Island


Block Island


Block Island


Block Island


Block Island


Block Island


Block Island


Block Island


Block Island


Block Island


block island


Block Island


Block Island


Block Island

July 14-15//Block Island, RI//Canon 5d

There's something special about Block Island. I'm not sure what it is exactly-the wide expanses of moor-like clearings,  the quaint, shingled homes scattering the rugged landscape, the still beaches, or the bustling downtown. Whatever it is-I'm in love. 

My family and I boarded the ferry from Port Judith on a hot, muggy day with a bunch of other people also hoping to escape the hot, muggy day by heading over to an island. We had our bikes with us, and upon embarking from the ship, we found ourselves biking a mile or two over to our hotel. I looked a little like a bag lady, not going to lie, with my backpack full of cameras and a bulging tote on my side, a towel and denim shirt stuffed into my bike basket-a sweaty, helmeted mess. Meanwhile, locals glided gracefully by on vintage bicycles with sun hats, or hung onto cute boys (mmmm) while they zoomed by on mo-peds. 

Our Inn was like a time machine, a grand old Victorian with a front porch overlooking the ocean-our rooms were simple, rustic, vintagey-no air conditioning, no free mints on the pillows, one bathroom in our three room suite. I sat by the window and read my Antonia, and there was no better place on Earth to read it. There was a fire escape at the end of the hallway, which we snuck onto and enjoyed views of the harbor. 

We spent the day biking all over the island, ending up at the northern tip. The beaches up there were desolate, despite it being like, a million and a half degrees (an accurate description), and we enjoyed feeling like the only people on Earth. I closed my eyes and imagined living here, planned photo shoots on the beaches and fields, dreamed of a life surrounded by the smells of salt water and fresh seafood. 

After biking back we showered, put on our 'fancy clothes', and enjoyed a dinner on the porch of our hotel, watching the sun go down, basking in the golden light. The next day we left early, sunburned, sore, and sweaty, wilted from the intense heat, but already planning our next escape to this little slice of heaven. 

If you go; Take the ferry from Port Judith, RI, Stay at the Naragannsett Inn, eat at Dead Eye Dick's, the Naragannsett Inn, or Aldo's; see the historical downtown, the northern tip (and lighthouse), and go to the beach! (of course!)

currently listening to// Weezer, Island in the Sun

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