|A view from our bikes of the beach at Point Judith. Look closely for the surfers.|
Oh, no! More photos from the Voyer family reunion in Rhode Island this past July. Bear with me - this post revolves around Bob and my bike date from Narragansett Beach down to Point Judith and on to the little fishing village of Galilee.
|A brand new Trek rental straight off the show room floor of Narragansett Bikes.|
As I said in a previous post, Bob and I rented bikes from Narragansett Bikes on Boston Neck Road so we were able to get a little biking in every day. Despite the holiday weekend, the road, which mostly included bike lanes, were remarkable easy to navigate, as long as we pedaled single file.
|Me, the Trek and the old lighthouse at Point Judith, now surrounded by fencing courtesy of Homeland Security.|
We stopped at Point Judith to look at the old Point Judith Lighthouse standing guard on a small cliff above a rocky shore. My Grandpa Voyer took my sisters and I to the lighthouse when we were little girls. I remember walking right up to it. I seem to recall going inside and up the stairs.
|Take down the fencing, Ironman Bob is here to protect.|
I suppose my grandfather knew whoever worked there. Since those days, at least 40 years ago, a lot of little summer cottages have gone up - and so has a tall chain fence with a sign marked "Department of Homeland Security". Sniff! Sadness. I guess things have come full circle. When my dad was a little boy the area was on the lookout for German submarines carrying spies and who-knows-what-else.
Bob and I spent a while sitting on a bench on the cliff and watched surfers riding the waves. The water looked cold and grey, and most of the surfers wore full body suits.
|Convenient bike parking in Galilee.|
Back on our bikes, we pushed on to Galilee in search of Georges of Galilee (a Voyer family tradition since my dad was a kid), and some bike parking.
|Clam cakes. Food. of. the. Gods.|
Next on the agenda? A bowl of clam chowder and a basket of clam cakes from Georges! Clam cakes?? Like a apple fritter but with clams. You can't eat just one so don't think about the fat and calories, just plan to bike it off later. Or surf it off if you are of the inclination. I've never known anyone outside of Rhode Island who has ever heard of clam cakes, which are a true delicacy and a Voyer family obsession. Now a Caravona obsession, because Bob loved them.
|Tough choices to make at Georges of Galilee.|
We decided to sit outside on the balcony and look at the beach, filling with bathers despite the clouds and the likely chance of rain. From our table we could see the ferry heading out to Block Island, a destination that time did not permit on this RI vacay but maybe next time.
|Me, at the fishing docks.|
After lunch, Bob indulged my wish to go walking on the docks where I remember going with my dad and grandfather to buy fresh lobster straight off the boat. I had hoped we'd find a fresh catch spilled out on the dock but no luck. Instead we strolled and looked at the fishing boats, the seagulls and the Atlantic Ocean. And then it was time to pedal back to Narragansett Beach and the likelihood of more clam chowder and clam cakes. Like I said, they are a family obsession so it's good thing we rode bikes.