I met Ben in South Carolina. We got to talking, and after I told him I was from Southern California he told me I had to check out the surfing where he lives in Narragansett, Rhode Island . Even after I let him know that I’m not much of a surfer he invited me to give him a call when I drove through.
We met up on May 1st, and he took me on a tour of the surf spots south of Narragansett. The waves were choppy and blown out, but I could visualize the break, especially after watching the videos on his phone.
I didn’t know what to expect from Rhode Island.
In fact, the only thing I knew about Rhode Island is the same single thing that everyone else knows – it’s small. But after staying there for a few days I think I can file most of my experiences into three categories: The beach, the city, and the bluffs. The beach was my favorite, and the huge parking lots were indicative of how popular it must be in the summer. That evening me, Ben, Ben’s buddy, and Ben’s brother went to a scuba dive shop to get the latest summer spearfishing regulations. On the way back we picked up some clam cakes and chowda at Flo’s Clam Shack.
We ate on the beach breakwall and tossed the frisbee on packed stomachs.
The second day I headed up to Providence to shower at the nationwide gym I just signed up for. I went out that night for the Pacquiao vs. Mayweather fight, and the people I met at the bar were very different from the surfer dudes down in Narragansett. They reminded me of stereotypical Boston guy I’ve seen in movies. We got along alright, but there wasn’t much substance to our conversations. That was the only time I spent in the city. I’m sure theres more to it.
The next morning I drove down to Newport to spend some effort searching for a Rhode Island flag.
The Rhode Island state flag has a cool design.
It’s white with a yellow anchor with the word HOPE written on a banner below the anchor. I thought it would be cool to get a flag off one of the hundreds (thousands?) of boats in Newport’s harbor, but I didn’t see a single state flag on any of them. Then I tried to get one from the Coast Guard station in Newport, but their flag was too small. I settled for the flag from a neat little antique shop. The owner, Cindy, was super interested in my trip and she was happy to be involved with my flag collecting.
Newport and the mansions to the south fall into what I’ll call “the bluffs”. It’s a nice two lane drive through the southern tip, and I’d equate it to Monterey, California. I didn’t take any pictures so you’ll have to take my word on it.