Sometimes you hit the wall. Sometimes you hit the wall because you didn’t know it was there, and as near as you could tell, someone just finished putting one up just to shit on your Sunday morning.
This trip was the result of a whole 12 hours of planning, which consisted mostly of me saying that I was bored and wanted to go do something, and a buddy of mine telling me to shut up because tomorrow we’d go check out the old defence towers at Horseneck Beach, which he had visited a bunch when he was a kid. Having never visited that stub toe of land south of I–195 Westbound between Tiverton, New Bedford, I figured a trip through the East Bay sounded like a good plan. The other 11 hours was then spent getting drunk and passing out.
When we left the next day, I was excited to drive out to a beach that wasn't in Rhode Island. I didn’t know other states had beaches that were worth going to. Anyway, its was windy enough to knock the port-a-johns over (that wasn’t us, I swear), and we made the march out through the dunes and with our collars up. After finding the the tunnels, we were excited (figuratively) to find huge piles of freshly moved earth and trees had been bulldozed into the tunnel entraces, blocking them completely. So, that sucked. No sweat though, the highlight was going to be the defense towers, right? Because who gives a shit about tunnels, honestly. So we continued on to the beach at the end of the point to climb the busted-up cement lookout posts. When we got there we were lucky enough to find fesh plywood boards over the entrance to the tower, which had then been filled with cement. I heard the undertow at Horseneck was supposed to be rough, but apparently its preventing an outbreak of tetanus that the Town Council is concerned with. The worst part was that the work looked brand new. If we had made the effort to show up 18 hours earlier, we might have been lucky enough to get sealed inside! So, trying to make the best of it, I took a dozen or so photos of the outside of a 40ft cement box and then we left. (But not before my friend took a bit of time to invent “Slumping” which will surely replace the Planking fad once teens realize that Slumping is way stupider.)
But hey, don’t be sad! We’ve got more places to go, and the next stop is gonna be an abandoned amusement park! That’s right, Westport’s own Lincoln Park! Which apparently had simultaneously been hit by a tornado and a volcano. From the looks of it, everything had either been on fire, torn down, or been torn down while on fire. So, that sucked. We took one look and the place and decided to go to Taco Bell instead.
After these two consecutive defeats, we continued down Route 177 towards Newport. We decided to salvage the day with a trip to the old abandoned train cars on Aquidneck Island. Unfortunately, we had our math wrong, and wound up a the depot where the Old Colony sightseeing and dinner trains are housed and serviced. It wasn’t what we were looking for, but a neat find either way. Accessing the interiors of the trains was not an option, since they are, for the most part, still in service as a tourist attraction. (And after that conciliatory Taco Bell visit, you weren’t going to see us coughing up $7.50 for an 80 minute train ride along the edge of the Narragansett bay!) We took a few exterior shots, felt a little better, and then quit while we were ahead. The lesson learned was that persistence pays off, just keep looking for a Taco Bell.