the fog: day one

It was foggy and soggy for most of our trip, but that didn't keep us from the beach, no siree bob! We just threw the boys in their raincoats and went exploring for rocks and shells. Andy even braved the cold and hopped in the water a few times. And it was cold! Midway through the day, Nanna and Papa Russ arrived after a stomach-churning ride from New London, and we spent the rest of the afternoon getting settled in to our house for the week.

While we'd like to take credit, we actually found this castle already made on the beach. Score!

Henry spent more time eating the magnifying glass than looking through it.

Rowan, our little clammer.

Andy's first toe-dip.

Must. Collect. More. Rocks.

proud of his work.

Was that good, Henry? Was that good? mmmmhmmmmmm.

rechecking his map, making sure he still knows where the treasure is buried.

Tomorrow, we head to the lighthouse. In the fog. Always, the fog. . . which, if you didn't know already, happens to be hell on hair.  It is virtually impossible to have a good hair day on Block Island -- unless you are Andy and Rowan. Then your hair is perfect and straight, business as usual.