Or, travel in the time of COVID…
After a childhood filled with summer vacations on the Atlantic in Maine, for over fifteen years of my life, I lived within about half an hour of either the Atlantic Ocean or the Irish Sea. Twice, I had the good fortune to live a couple of blocks from a beach – in Narragansett, Rhode Island, in the late ’90s, and in 2001 in Killiney, Co. Dublin (Ireland). In 2012, I lived two miles from Wollaston Beach, in Quincy, MA. For the past six years or so, I’ve lived in upstate New York – just outside of Albany. And as much as I love the canals and the many lakes and ponds – there is simply no replacement for the ocean, and the smell of the salty ocean/sea breeze.
Last year we got really spoiled: almost every other weekend we were away camping, more than a couple of times to Burlingame Campground in Charlestown, RI. We got used to regular access to jonnycakes, and AwfulAwfuls, and the Rhode Island state drink. Over the winter we were already occasionally plotting our summer trips, looking forward to fishing at Charlestown breachway and stopping at each of our favorite diners for breakfasts complete with jonnycakes (our favorites, for anyone interested: Beacon Diner in East Greenwich, which happens to be right up the road from Quaker Lane Bait & Tackle; Bishop’s 4th Street Diner in Newport; and Jigger’s Diner, also in East Greenwich).
And then… pandemic. To be clear: we’re very lucky (thankfully). We’re fine work-wise, we have a home and garden we love, we enjoy each other’s company (and are able to entertain ourselves), and we have a grocery, pharmacy, convenience store, and post office within about 15 minutes’ walk from our house. But working from home in the middle of a pandemic, with only a small likelihood of a vacation this year for various reasons, gets to wearing on a person after a while. So I started looking at Google maps, and it claimed that we could get to the Beacon Diner for a jonnycake fix in 2 hours and 45 minutes.
Doable.
Now, I cannot stand driving on the Mass Pike. We’ve done it so many times when there have been situations where traffic comes to a complete standstill with no warning and no visible reason whatsoever. Last summer it got to the point where we would gladly take additional time on the journey if it meant avoiding the Mass Pike. But – if it means I can have jonnycakes, and we can go to Charlestown State Beach, and stop at Dave’s Fresh Marketplace to load up on local goods (and Stonewall Kitchen products), and hit Newport Creamery for dinner and AwfulAwfuls – it’s worth it (especially since traffic is a bit down, what with the pandemic and people not taking normal breaks, and all).
The way we do it, a day trip to Rhode Island is about as safe as staying local: we get (masked, sanitized) takeout brunch at the Beacon Diner that we eat in the car, go fishing-and-knitting along the breachway with a good distance between ourselves and anyone else, and get takeout for dinner at Newport Creamery (masked, sanitized, eaten in the car). It’s not the same, but it’s so much better than missing out on all of it this year. I’d do the drive just for the jonnycakes, but I’m not sure I’d be allowed to leave Rhode Island that quickly- or want to, to be fair. And given that we’ve had a much higher incidence of actually catching striped bass at Charlestown rather than on the Hudson (in the sense that one is always greater than zero), it’s likely we’ll be repeating our Rhode trips more frequently than I initially envisioned – and that’s alright.