A view from the Newport Bridge showing
a charming little lighthouse ......
on a precious little island ......
in a darling (but rather large) Narragansett Bay.
In the background you can see the bay side (read ghetto) of Newport.
Looking just above the land you can see a thin line of Atlantic Ocean, the preferred view of the rich and famous.
We were camped in Middletown, Rhode Island; the more middle-class step-brother of Newport. Next to our campground was a small park with an unusual windmill.
The grist mill was built in 1810, and it's the only one of it's kind still existing in America. The top of the mill can rotate 360 degrees to catch the wind. One of the old millstones is shown in front. Looking to the left of the mill you can see an ornate tower on the grounds of a private school. Bella and I would come to the park for the walking paths, and the last evening we surprised a doe grazing just behind the mill.
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