Spent the winter in Charlestown, Rhode Island. Super little spot. Felt at peace here. Its the kind of place where you could step out of your car and decide to spent 10 years. Loved it. Enjoyed the fishing; the long sandy strands; the people I met; the wild critters; dawns on the beach; starry nights; Block Island riding the horizon; sipping a cold one at the local tavern; and just plain hanging out. Tip of the hat to all concerned!
The house I rent goes”on-season” soon. Which means the rent is about to rise like a rocket. So its time to pull up stakes, amigo. Where to next? Heading to Florida. Tarpon, redfish, snook, ladyfish, jacks, Spanish mackerel, cobia, and more. Did I mention sharks, gators, pythons, and rednecks? Yeah, Florida is a mixed bag.
Across the street from the Charlestown Library is a little store selling local artisan goods. I think its called “Mill Creek”. Bought a shirt there to remind me of my days on the Rhoddy coast. You can see the shirt in the picture above. Believe me, I’ll wear it with pride. Who knows, someday I may get back here.