![\"DSC09204.jpg\"](\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/DSC09204.jpg\")
<\/p>\nIt was a sunny cold day. There were way more passengers on the boat during my ferry ride back to the mainland, and certainly more cars, maybe 10, 15 cars, which made the whole “back your car up onto the ferry” MUCH more stressful, since you had to line up perfectly, going in reverse, following the directions of the ferry workers. There was a moment, I have to be honest, when I almost caved, and asked for help (the ferry guys are great, they would totally back your car up for you if you can’t manage it) – but I gutted it out, and did what I had to do, lining myself up in the precise geometrically-determined-mathematically-required-algebraically-requested formation. Left Hope there to her despair, and went upstairs. Got a cup of coffee, you know, the usual. The ferry was packed. It was hard for me to find a seat, actually.<\/p>\n
I decided to NOT sit for the journey back, and wander around the ship. There is a top deck, which in the summer is PACKED with tourists, it’s a great view. And then there are open passageways around the rest of the boat, where you can stand and look out at the ocean, the mainland approaching, etc. It’s really cold out there, this time of year, because of the frigid wind. That ferry goes fast, man. It’s not a leisurely ride. It GOES, so the wind was a blast of frozen air.<\/p>\n
It sure was beautiful there, up on that top deck. I was (naturally) the only person up there. And it was a bit freaky at times, I let my mind go off into horrible scenarios – If I get blown overboard while I’m up here, who the hell will know? There really is nothing to stop you from just leaping overboard, should you want to do that. But the views were amazing – and now that I had spent a month out on Block Island, and knew the island, I could see “my” spots from that top deck – the little dip on the cliff in the north-east corner, where Mum and I found that little spot we liked – the North Light, naturally – all of those places that I had come to know and love – so it was very cool to look at them from high up on a boat that is racing away from the island.<\/p>\n
\nBusy day on the ferry.<\/p>\n
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\nGood to know.<\/p>\n
\n![\"DSC09203.jpg\"](\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/DSC09203.jpg\")
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\nTeenage Island girl, on the ferry, with her laptop.<\/p>\n
\n![\"DSC09246.jpg\"](\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/DSC09246.jpg\")
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\nThe channel marker. Up close and personal. Quite a change from its lonely brave stance on the storm day, right? Compare and contrast:<\/p>\n
\nChannel marker up close, as the ferry goes by it.<\/p>\n
\n![\"DSC09208.jpg\"](\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/DSC09208.jpg\")
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\nChannel marker on the day of the big storm.<\/p>\n
\n![\"channel_marker.jpg\"](\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/channel_marker.jpg\")
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\nOut on one of the semi-open passageways during the journey.<\/p>\n
\n![\"DSC09238.jpg\"](\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/DSC09238.jpg\")
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\nCute little girl, occupying herself with activities, while her mother lay on her back on the booth seat, and tried to catch a nap.<\/p>\n
\n![\"DSC09247.jpg\"](\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/DSC09247.jpg\")
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\nThe cliffs. Mum and I walked along the top of those cliffs.<\/p>\n
\n![\"DSC09234.jpg\"](\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/DSC09234.jpg\")
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\nThe North Light. Bye bye beautiful North Light!!<\/p>\n
\n![\"DSC09245.jpg\"](\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/DSC09245.jpg\")
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\nOn the top deck of the boat, looking towards the stern.<\/p>\n
\n![\"DSC09270.jpg\"](\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/DSC09270.jpg\")
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\nWhat it looks like from up there.<\/p>\n
\n![\"DSC09267.jpg\"](\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/DSC09267.jpg\")
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It was a sunny cold day. There were way more passengers on the boat during my ferry ride back to the mainland, and certainly more cars, maybe 10, 15 cars, which made the whole “back your car up onto the … Continue reading