Fuzzy Logic Continues to: Rhode Island

This is the third posting in Bundaleer's Fuzzy Logic series.
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After a good night's sleep, we three musketeers ventured out early to Providence, Rhode Island.



Here I practiced my "news anchor" pose in front of the Rhode Island's stately capitol building.

Some morning commuters slowed down to ogle and squint at this small reporting team. We felt big.

A passing Rhode Islander told us of another important place: a nearby factory that makes cheesecakes. For historical reasons, we checked it out.



Wow, they really were experts at cheesecake! This began to look like a good "brekkie " spot for us, and so we eagerly sampled many of their tasty specialties.



Filled up as we were, we then took a pleasant digestion break at Providence Waterplace Park.

After a nap, we hitched a ride to Newport.

Here we realized that we would need great willpower to resist the local seafood specialties.



I must admit we lost that battle and allowed ourselves a very tiny seafood snack for lunch.

But then it was back to exercising . . .



The guidebook recommended a cliff walk in Newport so off we went to the starting point.

Here we experienced a very funny story! Unfortunately, this one is without pictures!

An elderly American couple was watching our seaside photo session in Newport.

Scoopy explained to them that, a few years ago, I had moved to the US from Australia. And that my mates back home wanted to see pictures of my walkabouts here.

Scoopy also added that he and Inky were visiting from Germany.

I could see right away that this couple did not know what to think of this talking international animal trio.

Well, they slowly produced uncertain, but not impolite, smiles...

. . . and then they hurried away from us as fast as Olympic athletes!

Sometimes explaining ourselves helps us - and sometimes it doesn't.



Back in our motel, we had a pretty big spread...



. . . and I eased my sore koala muscles by having a warm relaxing bath and my very own "stubby."

(Don't worry, after a koala turns one, he is old enough for one beer.)

I was not surprised when Inky and Scoopy asked if they could each have a sip of my beer.

Then I remembered the motto of the real Three Muskateers: "All for One and One for All !"

And so of course my answer was - YES !

And we shared that one little stubby just as happily as we shared almost everything else on our special New England trip!