This morning we rode the bike 5 miles to Woods Hole, where we caught the 45 min. ferry to Martha's Vinyard. Sunny and warm, not much to see on the crossing except one small 3-masted schooner, with the masts increasing in height from forward to aft. With the highest mast aft, what would you call the three masts? By the way, the 6-masted Wyoming named theirs fore, main, mizzen, jigger, driver and spanker. In the case of the one 7-master that was built, the second to last mast was the pusher. I'll bet they actually referred to them by number.
On Martha's Vinyard we rode around Oak Bluffs and Vinyard Haven towns for a little while, but the streets aren't good for cycling: narrow and full of boutiques and shoppers. We rode along the coast for a few miles, mostly on a paved bike trail, to Edgartown, a very pretty town. Strong wind on our nose getting there, however. Locked bike and walked a trail out to a little lighthouse. Edgartown's harbor has about six identical beautiful keelboats moored, about 30', no cabin trunk, long overhangs. Rode further south to Katama Beach, then looped back north. Stopped for lunch at a small private airstrip with a diner. S had an open faced roasted mushroom sandwich, and I had a fried oyster roll. Rode through a state park with paved bike trails and worked our way back to the ferry. Martha's Vinyard is larger than I expected, about the size of a county. To ride all the way around would be about 60 miles, too far for the time we were out there. Anyway, back at campground by 5:30 after 46 miles of riding. Had killed our appetites with ice cream while waiting for the return ferry, went to bed without any supper.
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