We originally had planned on just going to Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, and Massachusetts but when we realized that Providence, Rhode Island was only 50 miles from Boston we couldn’t resist adding another state to this leg of our journey. We arrived into Warwick, Rhode Island with enough time to plan out our next day and get a good night’s sleep.
We drove into Narragansett to check out the sights. First on our list was the Point
Judith Lighthouse. Despite the fence and “No Trespassing by order of Homeland Security” signs we were still able to view this wonderful lighthouse that was erected in 1857. The lighthouse is still in operation and maintained by the US Coast Guard. Our drive continued along Ocean Road where we passed Scarborough State Beach. It was a cloudy Saturday morning so there weren’t very many beachgoers. Stingy that we are sometimes, we decided to forego the admission price to the beach and go a little farther to Black Point which is a fishing area and has free parking. We walked along the wooded dirt path to the shore and then headed towards Scarborough State Beach. We had seen some stone ruins from the road and I wanted to get a closer look. The path took us directly there. It’s not marked, but some research I’ve seen says it is ruins from a stone carriage house.
What a wonderful view this house would have had of the beach and ocean. It’s obvious that it is now a favorite setting for beach partygoers. I was able to climb down the rocks to the beach and write Rhode Island in the sand while Dennis walked back to the car and met me on the side of th![]()
e road.
e road. All this walking worked up an appetite and we were ready to locate Champlin’s Seafood Market and Restaurant to sample their clam bake complete with whole lobster. We began with some of their white chowder while we watched the boats coming into the bay. It wasn’t long before our clam bake was ready. Oh my, what a lot of food there was! Clams, mussels and a lobster, what more could we ask for? We weren’t sure what the liquid in the styrofoam container was or what it was for so I went up an asked. I thought they might laugh at these ridiculous Texans, but they didn’t. They were kind enough to explain that it was a wash for the clams. She also asked if I ![]()
knew to remove the skin from the neck. Who knew a clam had a neck? Obviously I didn’t. She took control and gave Dennis and me a lesson on how to open the clam, remove the skin, wash it in the “clam broth”, dunk it in the drawn butter, and enjoy. Dennis preferred the mussels while I picked up the knack of eating clams. I was saving the best for last. Now it was time for the lobster. Another lesson was given on how to properly break open the lobster tail. WOW! The wait was worth it. This was some of the best lobster I’ve ever eaten. The moral here – if you want good lobster, go to New England where it is fresh. There was an ice cream parlor adjacent to the market on the street level so of course Dennis had to check it out. Little did he know, I had plans for dessert already and it wasn’t ice cream. He picked up a cinnamon roll and piece of red velvet cake to go for later. These actually made it back to Arlington with us for us to enjoy at a later time. We strolled into the market where you could see all the freshly caught seafood and actually pick out your lobster and have them steam it upstairs. ![]()
knew to remove the skin from the neck. Who knew a clam had a neck? Obviously I didn’t. She took control and gave Dennis and me a lesson on how to open the clam, remove the skin, wash it in the “clam broth”, dunk it in the drawn butter, and enjoy. Dennis preferred the mussels while I picked up the knack of eating clams. I was saving the best for last. Now it was time for the lobster. Another lesson was given on how to properly break open the lobster tail. WOW! The wait was worth it. This was some of the best lobster I’ve ever eaten. The moral here – if you want good lobster, go to New England where it is fresh. There was an ice cream parlor adjacent to the market on the street level so of course Dennis had to check it out. Little did he know, I had plans for dessert already and it wasn’t ice cream. He picked up a cinnamon roll and piece of red velvet cake to go for later. These actually made it back to Arlington with us for us to enjoy at a later time. We strolled into the market where you could see all the freshly caught seafood and actually pick out your lobster and have them steam it upstairs. 
I had seen Iggy’s Doughboys and Chowder House while driving Ocean Road and was determined to see if their doughboys were as good as the beignets at Café Du Monde. (I know Stacy, this is a no no but I couldn't resist.) They came as an order of 6 for $3.99 and I had mine served with powdered sugar. They were warm and tasty and I had the feeling I was back home in Louisiana. Doughboys are to Rhode Island as beignets are to New Orleans. Plenty to save for breakfast tomorrow.
Now the fun really began. The indicator light for low air in the rear tire came on. We stopped and put air in the tire but no one knew of a tire store so we decided to head north towards Providence. As we reached Warwick the light came on again. We exited and put air in the tire again. There was an auto parts store next door so surely they would know of a tire store. As we exited that parking lot the light came on again. We were losing air fast. Luckily the tire store was only a couple of blocks away. Whew, we made it. The tire was completely flat and you should have seen what they pulled out of the tire. It was a 5” shank. I’m surprised we ![]()
made it as far as we did. I think the guys at Town Fair Tire were also a little surprised. They asked if we wanted the shank but we decided that TSA wouldn’t let us board a plane with it so we gave it to them. With a new tire we headed into Providence to see the State House. Boston, here we come.
made it as far as we did. I think the guys at Town Fair Tire were also a little surprised. They asked if we wanted the shank but we decided that TSA wouldn’t let us board a plane with it so we gave it to them. With a new tire we headed into Providence to see the State House. Boston, here we come.
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