An invitation from my friend Steve O’Rourke to join him “en seminar” at Martha’s Vineyard, where he has lectured every year for the past two decades and more, relieved me of a life omission: I’d never been to the Vineyard. In my three decades here I’d been to Nantucket and Cape Cod, especially Provincetown, but never to that island mecca of artists, presidents, evangelists and fishermen. Tuesday and Wednesday I went.
I took the ferry from Woods Hole, drove around with Steve, dined in the lap of luxury (or its bar) at the Atlantic, walked into Edgartown in the morning to have breakfast and take pictures, took the Chappy ferry over to see the sights of Chappaquiddick (including the infamous bridge and the beach where Steve got married, which has gone in and out of existence over the years – storms, erosion, etc.)
Time limited my excursions mostly to Edgartown. Then I came home. Here are some pix, mostly of Edgartown, a couple from Oak Bluffs, a few from Chappaquiddick, and several videos at the end, including one from the bus leaving Providence.