Although Martha’s Vineyard is closer to the mainland than Nantucket, our travel time was about the same. The ferry speed was much slower. Our arrival at Oak Bluff was greeted by the only monument to a Confederate soldier in New England. Gingerbread-style cottages lined the coast line like silent sentinels.
The bus ride to Edgartown brought us passed sights such as Lake Tashmoo; the oldest tree—300 plus years old—on the island; and St. Elizabeth Church.
We wandered the quaint streets of Edgartown and found a marvelous restaurant, the Atlantic, on Main Street on the bay. We shared some oysters and supped on Atlantic clam chowder along with a wonderful Ahi tuna sandwich. Fortified with a robust glass of Port, we left our comfortable surroundings for another stroll through the streets. We would have enjoyed more time here, but more experiences await us.
Our bus stopped at the Methodist Campground. Once again the area was dotted with brilliant colored, gingerbread-style cottages. Many of the homes had a theme, such as the Wizard of Oz house.
As we boarded the ferry, we were treated with the panoramic view of the approaching storm over the Nantucket Sound. So until our bus ride later this afternoon to Plymouth on the way to Boston…
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