…with us, won’t you?
The guy and I took a four day hiatus over to Martha’s Vineyard.
This is our 25th Anniversary year and we figured we were due.
The kids stayed home with the critters, and did a fine job
as caretakers. Mom stayed at the house just to give
me Peace of Mind. I still have a teenager here, don’t ya know.
The manchild was a bit disgusted with the idea of a babysitter.
I explained that he did not have a babysitter,
we had an overseer of the happenings and the comings and goings at the homestead,
that’s all.
Anyway, if you’ve been reading this little blog for very long, you know I’m a freak
with the camera and I have a ton of photos to share.
If you’re so inclined, join me for the next few days as I share with you this
wonderful place just a few hours from here.
First thing I noticed was the bomb/drug sniffing dog and handler weaving through the traffic
at the ferry as we were waiting to board with the car. That’s something we’ve not seen here before.
Someone noted the President will be visiting soon, maybe this is an early precaution.
The ferry ride over to the Vineyard is necessary unless you plan to fly in.
There are several boats you can take, large and small.
It’s about a 45 minute ride and comfortable.
If you’re planning a trip and want your car on island,
make sure you make reservations in advance so there’s room for your car on
the days you want to go and return. There is also bus and taxi service on island
and several car rentals. Jeep and corvette!
We live near Long Island Sound in Connecticut, so our beaches and the waters
are not quite the blue hues we see in Massachusetts.
The water here is so deeply blue- green -navy hued
and refreshing – the Ocean.
This is the Island Home ferry, docked at our destination, Vineyard Haven.
From here our first stop is usually The Black Dog Tavern,
where we have a delicious lunch and greet the two black dogs that represent the original namesake.
They’re waiting for me to throw a stick or a rock,
which they roll around in the water with their feet until it’s in shallow enough water
for them to pick up with their teeth.
The interior of the tavern hasn’t changed much in many years.
For more info and history on the Black Dog in a previous post, visit here.
Tomorrow I’ll take you to Edgartown….
