Today started with a ride from our hotel in Edgartown over to Oak Bluffs, courtesy of the outstanding Sun ‘n Fun bike shop. Pilots will immediately realize how fitting it is that we got such great and helpful service from a friendly bike rental shop with the same name as a famous annual Florida aviation event. Anyway, we then rode over to Vineyard Haven to get the battery charged for Anne’s little red pocket camera.
We learned that Main Street is pretty much “it” in V.H., and in the end decided to wait on getting the original battery charged because we bought a new one that came with a full charge. Then a nice gourmet tarragon chicken sandwich to take with us, and off we rode the several miles out to the airport.
By the time we got there, the sandwich was most welcome! Then into Tripp for the quick flight over to Chatham on the “elbow” of Cape Cod. Along the way, endlessly fascinating islets and sand bars.
Sure, we passed Hyannis Port where we tried to guess which estates had played a prominent role in the JFK “Camelot” story. But the dance of sand and tide was so compelling!
Those low clouds just off the East end of the Cape got my attention, and I studied their motion carefully before turning back to land at Chatham a few miles inland.
These small versions of the pix don’t do justice to the remarkable beauty of all this, but even the raw hi-res originals pale in comparison with what we saw. We stopped for fuel, but it probably also helped to rest our eyes so that this scene was even more impactful when we saw it for the second time climbing to cross over toward Nantucket for our return.
The strokes of foam floating on the water added an impression of depth to the submerged ripples of sand. Continuing the climb we looked back across the arm of the Cape to the distant lighthouse on the far tip that was clearer than in this pic.
You can’t really see it in this wide shot, but the closest tip of Nantucket has a large lighthouse that here is a tiny white dot. Some miles and pix later we crossed Chappaquiddick where a lovely sand bar stands off the main island, connected by a small bridge.
On the bridge were some people I thought might be fishing, but looking at the full-size version of this next pic I can see they’re apparently standing in the middle somberly looking around.
In case you don’t know the story of this bridge, here’s a link to the story about its role in a tragic event involving Ted Kennedy. There is a quiet sadness here that we felt even from a quarter mile above. For me it evokes a powerful sense of how events can suddenly take a turn, and dramatically change everything. A happy example of that is the day Anne and I met some decades ago. Or the day we met Tripp and brought her into our lives, to wander the skies over North America. Life is full of turning points, and we were thinking about this as we turned to fly one more time over the now more familiar landmarks of Martha’s Vineyard and then land to ride our bikes back in the gathering darkness on a hiking trail around the silent Tradewind grass air strip.
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