Gingerbread houses and yachts in Oak Bluffs Habor
I spent the entire time on the Vineyard shamelessly coveting, the really unattractive, tongue-wagging and foot-stamping kind of coveting: I want that boat! I want that dog! More lobsters! Hey mussels! I want that house! I want that view! I want that life!
Now!
Please.
Duck has to constantly put a muzzle on my aggressive appreciation towards what I perceive is a charmed life (always forgetting that my own isn't so bad). There is no, "Oh how pretty" or "That's nice" while continuing on my merry way. I screech to a halt and scream "OH MY GOD THIS VIEW IS SO BEAUTIFUL I HAVE TO EAT IT."
It's also my gift to be able to spin something positive into something slightly negative. You know, "Did you see the garden in front of that house why can't MY garden look like that?"I'm a magic spider.
And, "Damn the weather is so perfect right now why can't it be like this ALL the time??"
As well as "Look at the black lab on the deck of that yacht I wish I were that dog! LUCKYYYY!!"
Remember to add to To-Do List: Win Powerball.
Biking on Ocean Road. It's surrounded. By ocean!
That's me up there riding on Ocean Road, which runs between Oak Bluffs - where the ferry landed - and Edgartown - where we stayed. It's about 5 miles long and is flanked on one side by the Atlantic and the other by a salt-water pond. (This is where they filmed the beach scenes from Jaws.) We took this ride in all different lights - once in a cloudy afternoon, once in a puffy-clouded but sunny afternoon (above), once during sunset, and once by moonlight. That last one was my favorite.
The first night there we spent like 4, 5 hours at a roofdeck bar chatting it up with locals (will you be our Sugar Parents?) and other vacationers. The sun was setting, we had a view of Edgartown Harbor and Chappaquiddick on the other side, and we just talked and drank and talked and ate until the moon came out.
Aquinnah
The next day was a perfect, jam-packed day. We biked westerly halfway across the island from Edgartown to West Tisbury, then locked our bikes in front of a general store - cute! I want it! - and hopped on a bus to Aquinnah, the western-most part of the island.
Here are the painted cliffs. Look at it, would you. Are we in New England, or out West? It's like a smidgeon of Utah and a dash of Caribbean all at once. Can I take it home? I didn't know the water was capable of being so clear and blue up here. We had lunch, walked to the beach, relaxed on the beach in front of the cliffs, got back on the bus, and back on the bikes to our B&B.
Bye bye Duck. Nice knowing you.
After a much needed shower we were on our bikes again - oh our poor, sore crotches - towards Oak Bluffs to catch the night showing of Jaws at the park. We staked out a spot with our towels, had dinner (mussels + french fries + chicken wings = surf, turf and sky ha ha), and came back to the park as the sun was finally setting and the movie was about to start.
Dude, watching Jaws next to the ocean where they filmed it was a hoot. Pedaling back to Edgartown after the movie, in the night, along that long stretch of beach where they filmed the shark attacks was also a scream, literally. The juicier, bloodier scenes were still fresh in our minds, and just as we were thinking about big sharp teeth and black beady eyes, well, cue the music. Big sharp teeth and black beady eyes came slowly into our periphery. I screamed and momentarily off-roaded and then Duck ahead of me screamed.
"Shark! SHAAAAAARK!"
The fake shark head was sitting behind a pickup truck, being transported in the same direction we were going. It was going slowly, carefully, barely faster than we were, so for a few minutes in the moonlight, the big teeth and beady eyes accompanied us home.
Sunset at Oak Bluffs Harbor
Our little weekend here was probably the best vacation we've had. I didn't want to leave. So I don't have a yacht or an oceanside view, but when I returned home from the Vineyard there was waiting for me a box of Noro Silk Garden that I ordered from WEBS. I'm in between clients at the moment, so there's going to be at least a week of nothing but knitting Clapotis. Not bad right?
But it would be SO MUCH BETTER if I could knit on my yacht...
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