Long Weekend at the FarmCoast
Last week, Aaron and I took a long weekend to take a break from the city, enjoy some time at the beach, and soak up the end of summer. We rented a friend’s beach house in a tiny town about forty-five minutes outside of Newport, RI, situated on more than two-hundred acres of undeveloped farmland. It was like stepping back in time – no chain stores, no tourists, and no TV. Just fields of wildflowers, old stone walls, and the occasional cows, goats, and chickens happily roaming around.
There was a long, clamshell walkway through the fields that led directly from the house to a private beach, and another pristine beach a bike ride away down a winding, gravel road. The ocean reminded me a lot of living on the West coast, with giant rock formations and big waves perfect for surfing, but the water was also comfortable and warm. I had no idea places like this existed on the East coast.
We tried to capture the feeling on camera.
But the photos don’t really do it justice. I suppose we’ll just have to plan another getaway…
