A Hike at Fort Barton
That's right, we visited another fort. Luckily for me, there are approximately 75 forts of some type or another in Rhode Island.
See, it works well. I want to go and see a certain area of Rhode Island. My husband, alert to the possibility that I may want to look at antiques or do something crazy like desire to visit a berry farm to get some fresh raspberries, gives me a skeptical look that translates into: not on your life.
Haha. Little does he know that I have googled a site that gives the names and locations of every fort, redoubt and breastwork in Rhode Island and southern Massachusetts. Haha. Devious little me. I just click on the one closest to where I want to go and casually mention that "Oh hey, did you know there's a Revolutionary War-era redoubt there?"
Funny how I get him to change his mind.
OK, it's not actually that bad. Actually, Hans does many, many things to make me happy without coercion. It's true, I promise. However, isn't there a saying about the squeaky wheel needing grease? Something like that.
Today, I suggested a trip over to Tiverton. Yes, Tiverton is in Rhode Island. Hans bet me $15 that Tiverton is in Massachusetts. I shook on it and stood firm with Rhode Island and I was RIGHT. For only the fifth time in our relationship I was totally RIGHT! Pretty exciting stuff for me.
There is a redoubt in Tiverton called Fort Barton. Really, there's nothing much there, just some faint suggestions of what used to be there, but considering that it is Colonial in vintage, it's still pretty cool to see. It's very, very small, but there are also some very nice hiking trails there, so off we set.
You know how when you go hiking and you're walking and walking and just really enjoying it? And you don't really realize that you've come a loooooonggg way and you'll have to hike all the way back? That's what happened to us today. I think we intended to just go into the woods a little way, and ended up 45 minutes later out in the middle of nowhere with two little children who had been having a good time, but swiftly ran out of energy (a three-year-old with no energy?). Hans and I ended up carrying or piggybacking them both all the way back. We definitely got our workout for the day.
Afterwards, we drove into Tiverton proper and stopped at the hot ice-cream spot, Gray's. Josiah got an enormous vanilla ice cream cone, which lasted approximately six minutes. It has been very humid here, so Josiah was immediately covered with dripping vanilla ice cream, then the whole scoop fell right off the cone. He actually took this fairly well. It wasn't until we had visited the two cows in their pens adjacent and had to leave said cows that he started up his tantrum, causing all 2,634 people there to stare at us. This is the second time this week that we've had to drag him kicking and screaming from a public place.
Ugh. But hey, I was right about Tiverton!
See, it works well. I want to go and see a certain area of Rhode Island. My husband, alert to the possibility that I may want to look at antiques or do something crazy like desire to visit a berry farm to get some fresh raspberries, gives me a skeptical look that translates into: not on your life.
Haha. Little does he know that I have googled a site that gives the names and locations of every fort, redoubt and breastwork in Rhode Island and southern Massachusetts. Haha. Devious little me. I just click on the one closest to where I want to go and casually mention that "Oh hey, did you know there's a Revolutionary War-era redoubt there?"
Funny how I get him to change his mind.
OK, it's not actually that bad. Actually, Hans does many, many things to make me happy without coercion. It's true, I promise. However, isn't there a saying about the squeaky wheel needing grease? Something like that.
Today, I suggested a trip over to Tiverton. Yes, Tiverton is in Rhode Island. Hans bet me $15 that Tiverton is in Massachusetts. I shook on it and stood firm with Rhode Island and I was RIGHT. For only the fifth time in our relationship I was totally RIGHT! Pretty exciting stuff for me.
There is a redoubt in Tiverton called Fort Barton. Really, there's nothing much there, just some faint suggestions of what used to be there, but considering that it is Colonial in vintage, it's still pretty cool to see. It's very, very small, but there are also some very nice hiking trails there, so off we set.
You know how when you go hiking and you're walking and walking and just really enjoying it? And you don't really realize that you've come a loooooonggg way and you'll have to hike all the way back? That's what happened to us today. I think we intended to just go into the woods a little way, and ended up 45 minutes later out in the middle of nowhere with two little children who had been having a good time, but swiftly ran out of energy (a three-year-old with no energy?). Hans and I ended up carrying or piggybacking them both all the way back. We definitely got our workout for the day.
Afterwards, we drove into Tiverton proper and stopped at the hot ice-cream spot, Gray's. Josiah got an enormous vanilla ice cream cone, which lasted approximately six minutes. It has been very humid here, so Josiah was immediately covered with dripping vanilla ice cream, then the whole scoop fell right off the cone. He actually took this fairly well. It wasn't until we had visited the two cows in their pens adjacent and had to leave said cows that he started up his tantrum, causing all 2,634 people there to stare at us. This is the second time this week that we've had to drag him kicking and screaming from a public place.
Ugh. But hey, I was right about Tiverton!
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