Two nights in Martha’s Vineyard
The last time we were in Martha’s Vineyard was the summer of 1986. We rented a house in Oaks Bluff and had friends come including my brother. I remember a few things from that trip. Eating 4 lb lobsters (I kid you not), Fred and our friend John building an exploding volcano out of a kit (quite a site and I wish we had phones then to capture it on video), and my brother losing the keys to his car on the beach so he had to get someone to help him with a metal detector and I believe it was to no avail. It was quite a memorable week.
Our friends have been there for years. He grew up in New England so summers in Martha’s Vineyard were part of his history and they both wanted their kids to have the same connections to the Vineyard so they have been there for years. They are far south on the island so more than 30 minutes from the main hub of Edgartown.
The weather wasn’t in our favor the first day but we did take a long walk on the beach. The vibe and social life out there is very different from the Hamptons. Many people come from different parts of the world to spend their summers there so there is almost an adult camp element to the place. It is really nice.
The sun started to come out for dinner. We went to one of the two places at their end of the island to watch the sunset and dine. You can just feel how tranquil and uncrowded this part of the world is.
Also, there is a life not only on the island but life on the water. We took a quick boat ride over to the island where only 40 people live. There is an inn there. We had breakfast there with a few of their friends who joined in the fun.
This grill shack is in the port.
Including another place for ice cream. It is honestly wonderful to see this old school places still exist. Very much provincial New England at its finest.
Check out the cattle hanging out one of the islands on the way back.
You have to love a place that has a ferry specifically for the bikes.
Returned to the Hamptons the next day for one of the most magnificent weather days. Too short of a trip. Next year!