Last night after we had settled into bed, I heard some loud odd singing. Shortly afterwards, there was the added sound of hoofs clopping down the street. I got out of bed to verify what I heard, and sure enough an enebriated cowboy was coming down the street singing some kind of protest song, at least I think it was. He looked like he was staying in his saddle, though not with much style.
Sometime later I heard verifiable hoof clops , surprisingly tricky with ocean waves lapping nearby, and got this picture from our room window as the 2 cowboys headed back the way they came. I knew there are horses on Block Island, as I have seen ads for riding tours, I had just never seen them, nor expected to, on the streets of Old Harbor.
Today we have mostly been chilling, doing some reading, and I did some writing during our peaceful visit to the Pavilion. Tomorrow we rent bikes and ride. 🚲 ^_^