But we also have a beach beach, an ocean beach, right down the road in the diminutive yet fierce state of Rhode Island, 20 miles from our door.
And our friend Christine kindly rents a cottage at the beach where every year we take it upon ourselves to crash, and camp in her driveway . . .
We spent our time in Misquamicut on the beach, in the waves. And I must tell you people. I have been body surfing those Atlantic Ocean waves most of my life, but this was the day that I'll sit on my rocker, in my golden twilight years, talking about. I *killed* the waves that day. I was on fiyah.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch . . .
It was such a fun couple of days . . .