“A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step” — Lao Tzu
We have now traveled over 1500 miles and are half way into our trip. The last leg of our journey traveling north has taken us from Manhattan to Long Island, out to Orient Point, cross Long Island Sound into New Haven Connecticut and finally to Rhode Island — or as I like to call it “The Spags Estate”.
This leg started with a drive from Melville, NY, where my aunt and grandparents live, through Long Island’s wine country to the eastern most point of Long Island, Orient Point. Here, we boarded the Cross Sound Ferry that would give a break from driving and spit us out in New London, Connecticut. The ferry ride, in and of itself, was quite an experience. The weather was less than optimal for a boat ride and the choppy sea made me feel like a greenback on an episode of The Deadliest Catch. While stepping outside to get some air, I was able to take in the sights of coastal New England for the first time this year.
The brisk salt air, docked fishing boats and vibrant colors of the changing leaves made me excited to be away from the Miami heat and in the midst of the New England fall season.
On our way to Rhode Island, we stopped in Stonington, Connecticut. Stonington is a picturesque coastal New England town with a quaint main street aptly named Water Street. This seaside street is lined with old colonial homes, shops selling a myriad of nautical items and restaurants serving traditional New England seafood fare. In our rush to meet our noon ferry reservation, we had not yet eaten and began to look for a place to stop for lunch.
A mural painted on the side of a building stating “Nor-Easter Diner” piqued our interests. This mural belonged to a place called Noah’s restaurant. We ordered chowda’, steamers, deviled egg sam’miches and cod cakes to satisfy our craving. The food was simple, local and unpretentious. Of course the last thing anyone needs to do is walk through the kitchen on the way to the restroom, but that’s usually my “M.O.” for “checking out the place” and on this dining experience it was the same recipe. But this time I happened to walk by just as the baker – cook – sugar maven was removing a pie from the oven. Immediately, I was hit with a wonderfully buttery, almost nutty fall smell with a hint of cinnamon. Yes, it was a first of the season Pumpkin Pie! (Insert the theme song from Peanuts Thanksgiving day special “A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving”) We’ll take one of those I said; almost as loud and direct as I would from the pass on a Friday night in the restaurant rockin’ the cadence call.
Back on the road we reached Amy’s parent’s house in Rhode Island around five o’clock. There we were greeted by family who had not yet met Isabela and a wonderful home cooked meal. Great food, spirited conversation and lots of love for Isabela rounded out the evening. The perfect end to our Northern journey.