Tag: Wandering

Neither a Rhode, nor an Island.

Posted on by Amy Tetreault in Sidetracked, Wandering

I never really liked Rhode Island. In my mind, it was kinda like the red-headed stepchild of New England. But after spending two days in Little Compton, I’m convinced that it’s just New England’s strange cousin that occasionally surprises us with a moment of normalcy.What changed my mind?

I spent my weekend drinking Gritty’s Halloween Ale* around a massive birthday bonfire, watching grown men (I use the term loosely) dare each other to jump over the fire and drive a rusty jeep through corn fields. (In Rhode Island. Seriously.)

We  pub crawled through Newport and Bristol, balancing the classy bars with the dives and sufficiently mocking every single person who think that leggings, a t-shirt, and Uggs are an outfit. (A surprising number of RI ladies think that’s a stellar fashion choice. Not that I’m judging.)

And lest I forget, I spent most of the weekend lounging with some adorable(ly huge) dogs. Stranded Dog caught a great shot of the lounging in action. I’m convinced that there’s nothing like a weekend that begins and ends with dogs.

No matter where you are.

*In case you haven’t had a Gritty’s Halloween Ale, please go buy one. Or six.

Escape to NH

Posted on by Amy Tetreault in Photos, Sidetracked, Wandering

It’s not too often that we get an entire weekend without much of an agenda … which made this brief escape even more memorable. Two full days of camping (OK, cabin-ing), farmers markets, brewery tours, a beautiful wedding, campfires, good food, house hunting, aimless wandering, conversation by headlamp, and laughter. Love that Stranded Dog.

Escape to Exeter.
Thank goodness I found some quarters in the cabin. Otherwise nobody would have sat next to me at Tricia's wedding...Except Kris.
It's not too often I get to see all the SJC girls in one place.
Brunch by the river. (I use the term "brunch" loosely ... I really mean cereal straight from the box.)

…I’ll miss you, Roo.

Posted on by Amy Tetreault in Sidetracked, Wandering

Dear Subaru Legacy Station Wagon,

Remember that time I didn’t think we could survive the Bighorn Mountain highway? The 8,000 foot altitude climb, the six feet of snow, and the prevalence of cliffs was enough to make me want to cry. But you did it. You chugged up that mountain (and down again) and only complained a little.

We had some good times, didn’t we?

But, unfortunately, it’s time that you retired from adventuring. I’ll miss your can-do spirit, but not your that’s-not-happening unpredictability. I’ll miss the memories of tailgating, surfboards, and wine in the backseat … but not the worries that I can’t do those again.

It’s a bittersweet goodbye, Roo. But I hope you understand that your younger cousin Subuaru Impreza 2.5 will treat me right.

Love, Amy