Indian Summer

I am not the hugest fan of hot weather, so I keep my mouth shut when that first cool breeze blows through at the end of August.  Chatting about it hasn’t produced great results in the past.

Faced with a hot weekend on the horizon and an invitation from my cousins for a mini RI family reunion, we piled in the car for another game of “how much traffic will be on 95 and should we take the Merritt?”

Our ultimate destination was Charlestown, but a meandering trip through my childhood seemed in order.  First stop, the Watch Hill merry-go-round.  I rode this every summer as a little kid and Emily quickly mastered the eye role during my story.

 
Next stop was the St. Clair Annex.  Lobster roll to the stars AND homemade ice cream.  We will be rolling into dinner at my cousins.

   
We took a stroll through Watch Hill and ended up at The Candy Box to get some fudge for our hosts.

Delicious!

There was a hazy layer of fog over everything that made the colors pop in the mist.  So pretty.

My family has been in this neck of the woods forever.  Here is a picture of my great-grandfather’s general store in Quonnie, RI roughly in the 1920’s.

We had a great night at my cousin’s which included meeting my little 1st cousin twice-removed, baby Rae.  Adorable.

Dave’s coffee was our last stop before we hit the road.  Thanks for a great time Linda & Company!

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