July 07, 2005 - Bully over Block Island12A • The Suffolk Times • July 7, 2005
Suffolk Times photos by Paul Stoulmlourgh
Left: This old photograph of the Block Island Southeast lighthouse shows Its precarious position above the famous Mohegan Bluffs before it was moved back 270
feet to a more secure location. Right: Block Island is noted for Its sailboat races and boaters in general, who find the island a delightful place to rendezvous. Here
we see a typical race, with the colorful spinnakers filled by a brisk southwest wind.
Bully over Block Island
OUR THREE -DAY adventure starts in
New London, Conn. This is the jump-
ing -off place for a few days at Block
Island, where we'll stay aboard our
son's boat. It's a place we've visited
before, both on our own sailboat and
as weekend vacationers who come to
this unique island to do nothing but
relax.
New London is a busy
port, with the huge subma-
rine complex on the east
side of the Thames River. ON
Here, in New London, all
the talk is about the pr
dent's idea of closing down
the gigantic operation that
turns out the latest in atom- _
ic submarines It makes you
wonder about the connection between
the military and the economy.
Enough of this; we're under way
and as I look toward one of the huge
General Dynamics Quonset but -like
buildings, I can make out a section of
a submarine being worked on. Farther
along is one of the ominous black sub-
marines, apparently in for updating, as
there's always something new coming
along.
We're now heading out into open
water. A cormorant takes off in a run-
ning retreat, wings flapping. The high-
speed ferry we are on is now revving
its engines and the whole ferry moves
up on what amounts to glorified water
skis We're actually riding above the
water, we're hydroplaning.
We charge past the red brick
lighthouse at the entrance of the
river. Lobster buoys are sprinkled all
around the lighthouse; common terns
drop out of the sky as they plunge into
the sparkling water below in pursuit
of their prey. Off in the distance I see
a tiny tugboat towing a large barge.
Glistening white spray flies past our
window from the hydrofoil below. Our
high -speed ferry is now well off shore
as we swing toward Block Island.
Waves that could have made our
trip a bit uncomfortable pass below
us I'm told we travel an average of 37
knots The drone of the engine plays
with my eyelids and I find
myself dozing now and then.
In little over an hour we're
at Block, tying up in what is
known as Old Harbor.
Fishermen and farmers
founded Block Island in
1661 and, needless to say,
they must have been pretty
rugged individuals The
island lies a mere 12 miles
south of its home state of Rhode Is-
land. Like most islands that had to rely
on boat transportation, it developed
slowly, but by the 1960s the island
started to realize its potential. Then by
the '80s real estate started to take off,
so much so that many of the people on
the island began to worry about what
was ahead and vigorously opposed the
so-called progress
These staunch locals, along with a
new breed of conservation groups,
spoke up and had changes made in
their zoning codes that put a whole
new slant on what could and could not
be done on the island. You can see the
positive results of this zoning as you
drive around the island, with its wind-
swept vistas, stone walls and rural
atmosphere.
There's much open space on the is-
land, making it one of the most attrac-
tive birding areas you can find. During
the spring and fall migration literally
hundreds of people come to Block to
see of the wide variety of birds that
use the island as a stopping -off place
on the spring migration to their nest-
ing sights in the north, and again in the
fall, when they pass through on their
way to their wintering quarters in the
Caribbean and South America.
But this was no time for birds; it was
Block Island Race Week, and boats
from all over had come to participate
in this biennial evenL There were
boats from Maine, Delaware, Florida,
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eta The race was expected to draw
over 200 entrants, all anxious to partic-
ipate in this gala occasion. It is one of
the most popular sailboat race weeks
in America.
Barbara and I just had to walk
through the dock area where many of
the boats were rafted together, form-
ing a block of shining white fiberglass.
How the chrome did sparkle! There
was even a trailer on the dock with a
complete line of sailing hardware; plus
it had the capability to make any part
of the rigging that might be needed.
One could feel the excitement as
crews worked on their boats to make
sure everything was in its proper place
and ready for any emergency that
might come along.
Yes, Block Island Race Week is an
exciting time for many, but we'd only
be able to capture a small hint of what
was going on. To do more than that,
you would have to be aboard one of
the sleek white boats, trying your best
to beat the armada of rivals who had
the same idea of win-
ning as you.
We'd have to leave
the sailing excitement
to others We'd spend
the rest of the day
enjoying the 25- to 30-
mph winding roadways with their con-
tingency of bikers. Many bring their
bikes with them on the ferry ($3), or
You can rent one at one of the many
rental places around town. You can
also rent mopeds and kayaks or go for
a day sail or just go to the beach and
lap up the sun. Bloch Island is known
for its miles and miles of unspoiled
beaches, all open to the public.
It's hard to find a decent -size tree
on this windswept island, but there is
lots and lots of dense maritime scru-
bland that makes ideal habitat for
birds and small animals What you see
mostly as you ride along are clean -
cut gray cottages with white trial and
meadows contained by Block Island's
famous stone walls.
On one of our excursions our
winding road took us to the historic
North light. It was built of granite
in 1867. In those early days this was
a most important navigation aid, for
it warned mariners to steer clear of
the treacherous shoals that lie off the
northernmost tip of the island. The
lighthouse is surrounded by dunes,
beach grass and wild roses and is open
to the public daily during the summer
months, but be prepared to walk a bit
to get there.
There are two harbors on Block
Island. The largest is New Harbor
(Great Salt Pond), where most boaters
head since there are 90 town -owned
moorings that can be rented for $30
per night. But watch out — it's first
come, first served.
"Old Harbor" was created to at-
tract the flourishing steamer trade
that plied the waters nearby. The
federal government came to their aid
by building a rock jetty that created
a safe, deepwater port, and within 20
years large Victorian hotels sprang
up, capturing the steamer -boat trade
that brought vacationing families and
friends to the island to enjoy the cool
breezes and carefree
atmosphere that only
Block Island can offer.
Our days passed too
quickly, but I had to
make one more trip to
my favorite lighthouse
on the south end of the island. It was
once perched on the edge of the fa-
mous Mohegan Bluffs, which rise 150
feet above the mighty Atlantic Ocean.
It at one time sat in a precarious posi-
tion that would sooner or later seal
its fate as the sea nibbled away at the
clay cliffs
Again the people of Block Island
rallied, and through much negotiat-
ing and after many setbacks, finally
got the powers that be to take action
to save the historic brick lighthouse.
This was a massive structure and only
a few companies in the country would
dare to tackle the job of moving this
120 - year -old, four - million -pound light-
house back to a safe distance.
It was moved 270 feet and today
stands as an example of what orga-
nized citizens can do, even if the task
before them seems impossible to over-
come.
By the 19605 the
Island started to
realize Its potential.
The Suffolk Times • July 7, 2005
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wonder about the connection between
the military and the economy.
Enough of this; we're under way
and as I look toward one of the huge
General Dynamics Quonset but -like
buildings, I can make out a section of
a submarine being worked on. Farther
along is one of the ominous black sub-
marines, apparently in for updating, as
there's always something new coming
along.
We're now heading out into open
water. A cormorant takes off in a run-
ning retreat, wings flapping. The high-
speed ferry we are on is now revving
its engines and the whole ferry moves
up on what amounts to glorified water
skis. We're actually riding above the
water; we're hydroplaning.
We charge past the red brick
lighthouse at the entrance of the
river. Lobster buoys are sprinkled all
around the lighthouse; common terns
drop out of the sky as they plunge into
the sparkling water below in pursuit
of their prey. Off in the distance I see
a tinv tugboat towine a large baree.
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New London, Conn. This is the jump-
ing -off place for a few days at Block
Island, where we'll stay aboard our
son's boat. It's a place we've visited
before, both on our own sailboat and
as weekend vacationers who come to
this unique island to do nothing but
relax.
New London is a busy
(port, with the huge subma-
rine complex on the east
side of the Thames River.
Here, in New London, all
the talk is about the presi-
dent's idea of closing down
the gigantic operation that
turns out the latest in atom-
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Glistening white spray flies past our
window from the hydrofoil below. Our
high -speed ferry is now well off shore
as we swing toward Block Island.
Waves that could have made our
trip a bit uncomfortable pass below
us. I'm told we travel an average of 37
knots. The drone of the engine plays
with my eyelids and I find
myself dozing now and then.
In little over an hour we're
at Block, tying up in what is
known as Old Harbor.
Fishermen and farmers
founded Block Island in
1661 and, needless to say,
they must have been pretty
rugged individuals. The
island lies a mere 12 miles
sout of its home state of Rhode Is-
land. Like most islands that had to rely
on boat transportation, it developed
slowly, but by the 1960s the island
started to realize its potential. Then by
the '80s real estate started to take off,
so much so that many of the people on
the island began to worry about what
was ahead and vigorously opposed the
so -called progress.
These staunch locals, along with a
new breed of conservation groups,
spoke up and had changes made in
their zoning codes that put a whole
new slant on what could and could not
be done on the island. You can see the
positive results of this zoning as you
drive around the island, with its wind-
swept vistas, stone walls and rural
There's much open space on the is-
land, making it one of the most attrac-
tive birding areas you can find. During
the spring and fall migration literally
hundreds of people come to Block to
see of the wide variety of birds that
use the island as a stopping -off place
on the spring migration to their nest-
ing sights in the north, and again in the
fall, when they pass through on their
way to their wintering quarters in the
Caribbean and South America.
But this was no time for birds; it was
Block Island Race Week, and boats
from all over had come to participate
in this biennial event. There were
boats from Maine, Delaware, Florida,
etc. 1 ne race was expected to draw
over 200 entrants, all anxious to partic
ipate in this gala occasion. It is one of
the most popular sailboat race weeks
in America.
Barbara and I just had to walk
through the dock area where many of
the boats were rafted together, form-
ing a block of shining white fiberglass.
How the chrome did sparkle! There
was even a trailer on the dock with a
complete line of sailing hardware; plus
it had the capability to make any part
of the rigging that might be needed.
One could feel the excitement as
crews worked on their boats to make
sure everything was in its proper place
and ready for any emergency that
might come along.
Yes, Block Island Race Week is an
exciting time for many, but we'd only
be able to capture a small hint of what
was going on. To do more than .that,
you would have to be aboard one of
the sleek white boats, trying your best
to beat the armada of rivals who had
the same idea of win-
ning as you.
We'd have to leave
the sailing excitement
to others. We'd spend
the rest of the day
enjoying the 25- to 30
mph winding roadways with their con-
tingency of bikers. Many bring their
bikes with them on the ferry ($3), or
you can rent one at one of the many
rental places around town. You can
also rent mopeds and kayaks or go for
a day sail or just go to the beach and
lap up the sun. Block Island is known
for its miles and miles of unspoiled
beaches, all open to the public.
It's hard to find a decent -size tree
on this windswept island, but there is
lots and lots of dense maritime scru-
bland that makes ideal habitat for
birds and small animals. What you see
mostly as you ride along are clean -
cut gray cottages with white trim and
meadows contained by Block Island's
famous stone walls.
On one of our excursions our
winding road took us to the historic
North Light. It was built of granite
in 1867. In those early days this was
a most important navigation aid, for
it warned mariners to steer clear of
the treacherous shoals that lie off the
northernmost tip of the island. The
lighthouse is surrounded by dunes,
beach grass and wild roses and is open
to the public daily during the summer
months, but be prepared to walk a bit
to get there.
There are two harbors on Block
Island. The largest is New Harbor
(Great Salt Pond), where most boaters
head since there are 90 town -owned
moorings that can be rented for $30
per night. But watch out — it's first
come, first served.
"Old Harbor" was created to at-
tract the flourishing steamer trade
that plied the waters nearby. The
federal government came to their aid
by building a rock jetty that created
a safe, deepwater port, and within 20
years large Victorian hotels sprang
up, capturing the steamer -boat trade
that brought vacationing families and
friends to the island to enjoy the cool
breezes and carefree
atmosphere that only
Block Island can offer.
Our days passed too
quickly, but I had to
make one more trip to
my favorite lighthouse
on the south end of the island. It was
once perched on the edge of the fa--
ous Mohegan Bluffs, which rise 150
feet above the mighty Atlantic Ocean.
It at one time sat in a precarious posi-
tion that would sooner or later seal
its fate as the sea nibbled away at the
clay cliffs.
Again the people of Block Island
rallied, and through much negotiat-
ing and after many setbacks, finally
got the powers that be to take action
to save the historic brick lighthouse.
This was a massive structure and only
a few companies in the country would
dare to tackle the job of moving this
120 - year -old, four - million -pound light-
house back to a safe distance.
It was moved 270 feet and today
stands as an example of what orga-
nized citizens can do, even if the task
before them seems impossible to over-
come.
By the 1960s the
island started to
realize its potential.