Fishermen’s
Memorial State Campground
Monday,
22 October 2018
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| today's route |
The only thing I absolutely wanted to
do today was go by the pet adoption place again. I spent quite a bit
of time over the weekend thinking about the shelter’s reasons for
turning me down on adopting those 2 kitties, and I decided to try
writing something to explain why they should change their minds.
I haven’t fit well on application
forms ever since I first dropped out of college and then hopped
around changing jobs and residences for a while. Prospective
employers and schools don’t like that. And since the adoption
committee hadn’t met me and had only my application form for
information, I figured if they were going to turn me down, they
should know a little more about my situation.
So I wrote this thing (by hand, having no printer) I eventually cut
down to 2 pages (so they’d read it) explaining I wasn’t some
flake and I had a good living situation for kitties, especially
compared to the concrete room they’d been living in for 3 years. I
took it by this morning and the director said she thought it would
help and promised to show them this week. Hope on, hope ever.
After that, I aimed for some roads I
hadn’t been on yet, with the goal of Succotash Road which leads to
Jerusalem (I promise).
I suddenly found myself at the Rhode
Island Veterans Cemetery, which looked really large and well cared
for, so I turned in. It’s huge, and there were 2 separate funeral
processions in different parts of the cemetery at the same time.
It has specific memorials for all
kinds of groups I never would have considered: a Cape Verdean
Veterans monument (I confess I had to look it up: these are islands
off the west coast of central Africa!); an Armenian-American Veterans
memorial; a Greek-American Veterans monument; and of course,
monuments to veterans from WWI, WWII, the Korean Conflict and the
Vietnam Era (these were their designations, not mine).
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| back of WWII monument |
There
was a separate memorial to WWII veterans that was absolutely
enormous. My photos here are from what seemed like the back side – the
front was very grand with huge lawn and flags and sidewalks and
benches and steps – the back was more my style, and very moving to
me.
Back down on Route 1 I took the turn
south onto Succotash Road that I’d seen as I drove down that road
before. Momma used to make succotash when we were kids, although
I’ve learned later her version is only one version, not the
version. The name succotash, by the way, comes from a word used by the RI Narragansett Indians. So there.
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| path to beach |
We stopped at
East Matanuck State Beach and, though I knew the dogs were allowed on
the beach, I was afraid to chance it because I knew for certain there
was already at least one dog already there. Instead, we walked all
around the huge parking area (that place must get packed in
the summer) where they found puh-lenty to sniff. They’re not used
to having sea-related anythings to smell so it’s all fascinating to
them and they wanted to spend a lot of time standing and sniffing. That would have been a lot more fine to me except that the wind from
last night was still gusting quite a bit and, at the beach where sand
can get flung around, that’s no joke to someone who wears contact lenses. So anyway, they sniffed and
I watched the birds. Lots of birds. I know there were swallows and
sparrows and warblers, but I just didn’t have the ability to take
good enough looks to identify them more than that. It was nice,
though.
After a while of that, we drove down
to where the road ends at Jerusalem, across the water from Galilee. Although I apparently neglected to get photos of Jerusalem from the
Galilee side, I did get photos of Galilee from the Jerusalem side.
Tiny little place that looked very pleasant.
Pleasant day.
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