Sunday, August 20, 2006
Salty Brine Beach
That's really the name, Salty Brine State Beach. It's named after Rhode Island's most beloved radio personality ever, Salty Brine, who legally changed his surname from Brian to Brine some many years after everyone stopped believing it had ever been anything else.
www.riparks.com/saltybrine.htm
We went down with one of the Original Bridesmaids plus her Hubby and their Firstborn. It was about a hour's drive, down near Galilee, RI, just about a mile from the state campground where The Mrs. and her family went when she was a kid. The weather was gorgeous, sunny and a breeze and just nice.
(Click on any picture to open a new window with a large version of the oimage, suitable for downloading. I can also send out higher-resolaution images for prints.)
Here's a few snapshots of their little guy:
Here's a few pictures of my kids, their pale, pale skin having been well-coated with this great SPF 800 Australian suncreen that comes in a light-sensitive bottle long before we let them out into the UV glare:
While fishermen cast into the in-rushing waves, a sailboat comes in between the jetties on its way to the marina, out of sight behind and to the right.
A view of the sky with kites flying as some clouds rolled in. In the left foreground are a row of new, million-plus-dollar "beachhouses" jammed in between the state beach and the the t-shirt shack (out of sight to the rear) on the state road.
My daughter the dedicated fisherperson caught a mollusk with a rod & reel. That's right, it was a mussel that grabbed her line and wouldn't let go. Let's see a taxidermist mount one of those (when taken in season, with a permit, and when the DEM hasn't declared shellfish-taking to be a high-bacteria no-no)!
The Bridesmaid's Hubby brought a cooler filled with frozen-solid whole squid to cut into strips to use as bait. (Note to self: wash pocket knife again. Ew.) The three-inch sea perch that I caught (bright and dark reds, but otherwise identical to a freshwater perch) loved the squid, as did the awful, ugly, ten-inch sea robin that he pulled out of the channel on whose banks we were standing: ghastly. (You can see one here: http://www.uga.edu/srelherp/jd/jdweb/fishing/fishll/norsearob.jpg if you dare.) It makes sodft croaking noises when out of the water: even the ten-year old boys catching crabs with strings were a little grossed out.
We had dinner at Iggy's Doughboys And Clam Shack a few minutes drive from the beach. The line was "only" a half-hour's wait, but well worth it: very fresh fried fish, typically clam-free clam cakes, and a sack of smaller doughboys just buried in sugar. Here we're all full, exhausted from the sun, and over-tired:
www.riparks.com/saltybrine.htm
We went down with one of the Original Bridesmaids plus her Hubby and their Firstborn. It was about a hour's drive, down near Galilee, RI, just about a mile from the state campground where The Mrs. and her family went when she was a kid. The weather was gorgeous, sunny and a breeze and just nice.
(Click on any picture to open a new window with a large version of the oimage, suitable for downloading. I can also send out higher-resolaution images for prints.)
Here's a few snapshots of their little guy:
Here's a few pictures of my kids, their pale, pale skin having been well-coated with this great SPF 800 Australian suncreen that comes in a light-sensitive bottle long before we let them out into the UV glare:
While fishermen cast into the in-rushing waves, a sailboat comes in between the jetties on its way to the marina, out of sight behind and to the right.
A view of the sky with kites flying as some clouds rolled in. In the left foreground are a row of new, million-plus-dollar "beachhouses" jammed in between the state beach and the the t-shirt shack (out of sight to the rear) on the state road.
My daughter the dedicated fisherperson caught a mollusk with a rod & reel. That's right, it was a mussel that grabbed her line and wouldn't let go. Let's see a taxidermist mount one of those (when taken in season, with a permit, and when the DEM hasn't declared shellfish-taking to be a high-bacteria no-no)!
The Bridesmaid's Hubby brought a cooler filled with frozen-solid whole squid to cut into strips to use as bait. (Note to self: wash pocket knife again. Ew.) The three-inch sea perch that I caught (bright and dark reds, but otherwise identical to a freshwater perch) loved the squid, as did the awful, ugly, ten-inch sea robin that he pulled out of the channel on whose banks we were standing: ghastly. (You can see one here: http://www.uga.edu/srelherp/jd/jdweb/fishing/fishll/norsearob.jpg if you dare.) It makes sodft croaking noises when out of the water: even the ten-year old boys catching crabs with strings were a little grossed out.
We had dinner at Iggy's Doughboys And Clam Shack a few minutes drive from the beach. The line was "only" a half-hour's wait, but well worth it: very fresh fried fish, typically clam-free clam cakes, and a sack of smaller doughboys just buried in sugar. Here we're all full, exhausted from the sun, and over-tired:
