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| Most people say they are going to or are from Block Island but the town does have a real name. It is the smallest town in the smallest state in the USA. |
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| Lines of mopeds were at all the popular tourist spots. This was ours. As you can see they mostly look alike so we had to memorize our number on the front. |
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| The pavilion at the conservancy park on the hill. |
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| Rock fences are everywhere! We even saw them on remote paths on what must have been fields at one point in history. The amount of effort required to gather and place the stones is mind boggling. |
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| The bluffs as seen from the southern lighthouse. There is a windfarm about 3 miles offshore. |
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| The birds in the Northeast are huge compared to what we usually see. I suppose it's because we see them on their migration north before they have had a chance to fatten up. |
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| One of the trails on the island. There are well over 25 miles of marked trails. I would love to see them in different stages and seasons. |
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| This idyllic farm was at a crossroads with one trail we took. No mopeds or bikes allowed on the trails so the quiet was nice. Being a long walk from the more populated areas, we rarely saw other hikers. |
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| The view of the cemetery from one of the trails. |
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| The view of the same spot from the road on another walk we took. |
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| There was a stairway to the beach at the foot of the bluffs. We didn't have time to make the trek down and back. |
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| More whimsy along the way. Someone dubbed this part of the trail, the magical section. |
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| Just in case you wondered where this was. |
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| As we neared the high part of the island, the foliage thinned out. |
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| There was a very small bit of land just off the road with large millstones and a rock. I suppose they didn't have anyplace else to put these artifacts of the island's history and this was as good a spot as any other. |
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