Sunday, July 19, 2009

My favorite place on earth

Brenton Point State Park in Newport, Rhode Island is, by far, my favorite place to spend a weekend day. Everywhere you look, you'll see generations of families spread out on blankets, chairs, and picnic tables. You'll see kids playing ball with their parents and grandparents. You'll see people grilling, passing plates, and sharing stories as well as food. Today I saw a multigeneration family singing as their patriarch played the accordion. You'll hear children shouting, "look at that one!", "did you see that?", and "can I have a turn now?" Today I heard a father say to his wife and little girls, "let's find our secret spot" as they trekked through the grass with cooler, kite, and chairs in hand. The other reason I adore Brenton Point is the view. First things first - we eat.

Now the fun part: the girls call this "the kite flying hill". Here's why. Set on a hill surrounded by the mighty Atlantic on 3 sides, Brenton Point is the perfect spot to fly a kite. The kites you'll find here are extraordinary and come in a dizzying array of shapes, sizes and colors - from sea creatures and scuba divers to pirate ships and alligators.

My favorite

After admiring the brilliant kites for a while, it was our turn. In the past, we haven't had the best luck. Unfortunately, today was no different. I bought 4 kites at Benny's, ranging in price from $2.99 to $7.99. Of those, one was broken when I took it out of the package, 2 refused to stay in the air, and only one actually flew. The "good" kite was Bryn's and she was less than thrilled when she had to pass the string along to her sisters just as she had mastered her technique. After wrestling with Jacey's kite for quite some time, I thought Todd was going to have a stroke. We needed something to lighten the mood. We got it - at Devin's expense. The kite that had refused to stay in the air had finally taken flight, when it suddenly began a death spiral and careened toward the ground. Devin was innocently sitting on the cooler, gazing out at the ocean when she was smacked on the back and nearly thrown to the ground by the incoming invader. She was startled and more than a little angry at the rest of us who were doubled over in laughter. She crossed her arms, pushed her chin down into her best pout face and declared, "it's NOT funny!"

After flying our kite for a while, we crossed the parking lot to spend some time walking on the rocks and admiring the ocean.

My babies and me
Jacey - long and lean

Resting on the rocks

Blowing in the wind

Daddy and Tori


A rare photo of Todd and me (with J in the backround)

One last look before we head home

Worn out

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