Every season there is one destination that really stands out. I think we’re at that place; I’m really liking me some Wickford.
Reader: “Jeepers, Rick! You say that about every place you cruise to.”
Captain Rick: “I know, I know. But I really mean it this time. Honest.”
Reader: “The season’s not over yet, and by the way, you use way too many superlatives. Show some restraint man!”
Captain Rick: “But jeez! Free WIFI! This place is all that and a bag of chips!”
Despite my love of Wickford, free WIFI, and chips, I’ve made up my mind to leave in the morning. The pull of the open water and the excitement of a new destination is that great. The XO must feel it too: “Where to next?” she asks as if she can read my mind. Am I that transparent? I guess I’ve always wore my heart on my sleeve. “Jamestown,” I answer, conserving my words, sort of like a test, to see how it settles. It sits well; I’m definitely looking forward to it! Now that it’s all settled, we can concentrate on the present and enjoy one more day in paradise.
It’s time to toss the bikes into the dinghy and head out to explore some land based stuff. The cruising guide says you can tie up at the Town Dock, so that’s where we’re heading..
We found the Wilson Park Bikeway and spent a couple of hours stretching our legs.
After a hearty lunch we hit a souvenir shop for the required refrigerator magnet.
Wickford Village is pleasingly quaint, everything is pretty much contained within a four block area near the waterfront. Lots of brick and granite like a miniscule Beacon Hill.
We load our doggie bags and packages onto the bikes and glide off to the Town Dock; it’s time to get ready for our boat guests: Andrea Peitsch, her date, and her two kids, Billy and Wendy.
Actually, there’s not that much to do to get ready, just clean up the boat a bit, and get some ice.
We have drinks and snacks on the aftdeck. The children provide the entertainment. With endless energy, they jump and dive off the gunwales, swim and splash about until dusk.
It’s been a while since I’ve watched children playing. Their laughter and goofiness is contagious enough to prompt the boaters moored next to us to jump off their boat and loudly splash about as well.
It’s a good last night in wonderful Wickford. We’ll be back. I just know it.