It took me all five of our days in Narragansett to stop calling it Narrangansett. That extra n is so tempting.
We very much enjoyed our campsite at Fishermen’s State Park in Narragansett. It was roomy and decently private – something we’ve been deprived of for a little while now. And it was decently quiet – or quiet enough to get some good rest at night before the fishermen filled the nearby roadway for their daily pilgrimage around 4 am to the docks on Great Island.
Our campsite tempted me into daily yoga sessions outside, followed by working from our ‘front porch.’ Lucy thoroughly enjoyed walks here. By enjoyed, I mean demanded.
We ran over to Great Island one morning and watched the fishermen haul in their bounty. Other mornings we ran to Point Judith.
We took the Jeep out exploring several evenings (evenings were the option – we only booked here for five weekdays), finding ourselves back at Point Judith watching the surfers play or up in the town of Narragansett proper for dinner at The Coast Gaurd House and Monahan’s Clam Shack.
A drive up 1A one late afternoon led us to Wickford Village, which was a cute area with tchotchke shops galore. Jake took a trip into Providence for pizza and running one day too.
Our stay here was short and consisted of weekdays (aka, workdays) only. But we were pretty proud of ourselves for getting out and exploring anyways.
A quick dump of the by-product sins of a few too many consumed fried seafoods, and we are headed up the coast to Massachusetts.