The views I enjoy on my morning walks on Hilton Head Island, SC.
For the last couple of years, I’ve been preparing to move 1,000 miles away from the only home I’ve ever known. And eight days ago, I finally made it.
Well, WE made it. Couldn’t have done it without the support of my ride-or-die, Tiny.
Tiny is my ride-or-die
I’ve been unpacking, trying to re-start my regular workout schedule, getting feelers out for my future entrepreneurial venture, planning out the renovations I’ll be doing for my parents, and getting to know the area.
Busy, busy!
But I’ll have plenty of experiences to write about in the coming days, so consider this your warning. 😉
It’s been far too long since I updated my blog. No excuses other than I’ve been living a very boring existence the last few weeks. But now that I’m preparing to move to South Carolina on May 15, I knew I had to hit up some of Rhode Island’s treasures.
A life-long Rhode Islander, I had never heard of Stanley’s until I asked for burger recommendations a couple years ago on Facebook. (As much as people complain about their friends posting food photos and updates, I love hearing about good restaurants! And it sure beats angry political posts, n’est-ce pas?)
First things first: They have a parking lot. Having to find a place to park in an unfamiliar area stresses me out, so this was a bonus.
I walked in to find a retro-’60s-style diner restaurant. Amazing. And fitting, because the prices are also pretty retro.
Check out these prices!
If there’s one thing I’ve learned about new restaurants, it’s this: ASK THE WAIT STAFF.
Brittany was amazingly helpful. All burgers are made with grilled onions and pickles, unless otherwise requested. I’m no pickle fan, but I still got my burger the Stanley Way, and it was a good choice. The flavors all work well together.
Double mushroom cheeseburger, Quebec-style fries, and Henry’s grape hard soda.
This is my first taste of the very tasty Stanley burger.
If you’re heading into or out of Rhode Island, check out Stanley’s. I hear it gets pretty crowded, so be prepared to wait.
And don’t forget to get your coffee shake for dessert!
A creek and stream bed whose natural beauty is marred by trash in Lincoln, RI.
One of the drawbacks to being present and noticing everything around you is that you notice the ugliness as well.
There’s no debate here. We humans are trashing our planet.
The lovely landscape with trash subtracting from its appeal.
As a homeowner of 17 years, I understand some of the struggle. Not everything can be easily tossed or recycled. Getting rid of certain items can be costly.
But here’s the thing: You bought it in the first place. Its disposal should be part of the acquisition choice.
Why would you toss something out the window as you drive past?
People fish and swim in this reservoir.
You can’t love your country while consciously doing something that detracts from its beauty.
How much extra effort does it take to empty your ashtray in a trash can at home? Or take your Dunkin Donuts cup into work and throw it out there?
No matter your views on the National Anthem debate, true patriotism – true love of country – means doing your part to keep America beautiful.
For me, that means taking a trash bag on my next walk.
Because I would much rather see my country look like this… natural beauty without the stain of mankind on it.
Cold water + warm air = mysterious fog
Consider taking a few minutes once or twice a week to clean up your small corner. It takes a village.
The Rhode Less Traveled 