Block Island in October
Last week, we escaped for a much-needed getaway to Block Island, just Hobson and I. Chances are, if you know me or have been reading this blog for a while now, you know just how much this little sliver of land in the middle of the sea means to me. I could go on and on about it, telling you just how much of a hidden gem it is and just how big of a piece of my heart it holds. But I'll spare you and simply say go. If you ever get the chance, just go.
While I've been more times than I can count, this was Hobson's first trip out there. I've been waiting and waiting to show him, so I was pretty darn excited. We arrived in the middle of an extremely windy, rainy, stormy day here in New England. It was seriously beautiful. If it was summertime, I would have been disappointed, but there's something so cozy and warm about being on an island in a storm. We loved it.
We stayed at an adorable B&B called Avonlea. Right on the beach, stunning views, gorgeous Victorian-style rooms and the homiest atmosphere. Oh, and the best cookies with your 5 o'clock glass of wine. I'd stay just for the cookies. Honestly, they're that good.
Of all the time I've spend on the island, I'd never been in the off-season. On our first night, we were walking downtown to the old movie theater, wind blowing something fierce, and Hobson said to me, it feels like a ghost town. And gosh, it did. It was something so cool to see. For a few moments that day, it felt like we were the only ones on the whole island.
The next morning and the rest of the weekend cleared, and it was sunny and gorgeous. More people arrived on the weekend days. We explored the sights, shopped downtown, ate at every restaurant that was still open, hiked, drank, read and just relaxed. It was four days of leisure. Four days of slowness. Four days of calm. I haven't been able to unplug and just breathe like that in a long time. It was so so good.
Such a curious kid. Every minute of every day. Love him always.
There was a bunch of selfies taken this trip. Usually it was a giant task just to not have my hair blowing in his face.
The view from our room is something I could get used to. Waking up and seeing the ocean or from bed in the late afternoon with a book and a cup of tea. Yes, this was our life for those few days, and it was perfect in every way.