New Horizons

Jul 31, 2017Fun, Photography, Videography

Even as lifelong Rhode Islanders, it continues to amaze us just how many idyllic, seaside New England gems there are in our own little South County. Despite being avid beachgoers and having explored a good share of RI’s coastline, there are still so many picture-perfect spots to discover and enjoy. A recent adventure led us to a few that some of our team had never been to before and been dying to visit, and we couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful day to take it all in.

We began in Galilee at the famous Iggy’s Doughboys and Aunt Carrie’s restaurants. Iggy’s, which you can expect to have a line around the block any given summer weekend, was still packed with diners enjoying their chowder, clamcakes, and doughboys even on this early weekday afternoon. We couldn’t help but get a few shots of them chowing down—through the bushes, of course, because we wouldn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable or anything.

We also made a quick stop at Fishermen’s Memorial State Park. We’ve passed by so many times on the way to Salty Brine Beach or the Block Island Ferry but never really bothered to venture in. The and lucked out with some great surfing shots and more beautiful vistas, then finished at the docks in Point Judith where some friendly local fisherman were kind enough to let us snap a few pics of them unloading their catch of the day. (Did you know that Rhode Island lobstahs are just as good as any you’d catch in Maine? Fun fact!)

We wrapped up the day at Watch Hill, which is absolutely one of the most glorious beach towns you’ll find in RI, and possibly all of New England. Because it’s also one of RI’s most remote, farthest-away spots (from the Providence area, at least), it’s one that we very rarely venture to, and another that Nick and Beth had actually never been to. It did not disappoint–even after a 25+ year buildup of longing and anticipation. The tiny stretch of land leaves no room for anything other than absolute beach town essentials–quaint mom-and-pop shops, restaurants, a waterfront park with benches and a gazebo, a carousel–and is abutted by a fleet of boats anchored at the Watch Hill Yacht Club (including, of course, a giant, envy-inducing yacht). It looked more like a visage of a rich port city from a Tolkien novel or Final Fantasy game than actual reality, yet here we were, still in our beautiful home state but always discovering something new.