Islander Found!

You know how I love to shout out from vaca!  I find myself fortunate to be spending the week with friends on Martha’s Vineyard and I don’t know when I’ve been to a more picturesque, friendlier place—certainly none with better food!

Monday I drove around between Vineyard Haven, where I’m staying, Oak Bluffs and Edgartown just to reacquaint myself with the geography.  I went to the fish market and got a three-inch thick cod filet and then when I picked up my friends’ grandson at the yacht club a friend of the family presented me with a bag of vegetables from his garden.  We ate it all together for dinner…so good!

I’ve been biking around on my friend’s GT Windstream every day.  Tuesday I rode a seven-mile route up around Lake Tashmoo to the Vineyard Sound beach and soaked up a little sun.   


Then I had lunch at A Slice of Life in Oak Bluffs.  I’ve been eating chowder every day, every way, but this place fed me the BLT of my life: fried green tomatoes, Applewood smoked bacon and thick-cut toasted rye bread with rosemary.  Unbelievable mouth heaven!!!

Inlandhb3 Today it was a little cloudy, but I’d had so much fun on my ride I went even further—a fifteen-mile trip to Christiantown and the Cedar Tree Neck Sanctuary.  I never actually found Christiantown and when I got to the nature preserve the hill was really steep and muddy going down, so I decided the rainbow was in fact the pot of gold and turned back. 

My inland adventure took me through woods, past farms, stables, lakes, and the last cranberry bog on the island.  (Aside from the latter, it reminded me a lot of rural Wisconsin—what those from the sticks call God’s country.)  I had a lobster roll for lunch and got home before it started to rain.


The sun might be gone for the rest of the week, but it’s not supposed to rain tomorrow so the Windstream and I will be out on Beach Road between Vineyard Haven and Edgartown.  Tonight we’re going to see Ratatouille and I get to try another wonderful vineyard eatery.  TTFN!


Hillery eventually learned not to say everything that came to mind. Some were too good not to write down.

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