Martha's Vineyard

I am now posting to you from the island of Martha's Vineyard off the coast of Cape Cod. After following my father's emerald green Durango on to a ferry, we traveled for thirty minutes to our destination - Vineyard's Haven. The one thing I won't soon forget about the night we came across on the ferry is the weather. It was so foggy that night that I couldn't see more than one hundred feet in front of me. I was walking and driving through thick clouds.

But the next day the weather had cleared and we were treated to the island's full potential. Now, after a couple of days, we have visited only a few of the seventeen beaches that surround the coast. Yesterday we visited one of the calmest beaches on the island. Hardly any surf at all, but very peaceful and by the time we decided to leave the entire place was crowded with people who had brought their dogs for some fun in the sun. It was fabulous. Dogs fetching, digging, exploring in the sand dunes, playing with each other, but just having fun.

As for my own exploration, after a walk down the beach I came across a fresh water stream winding it's way to the ocean from what seemed like a small pond that disappeared behind a rocky bend. I knew that it had been seen my millions of people before me, that it had probably even been swam in by people, but at that instant when I stood there, it was serene. The water was mirrorlike - perfectly smooth. It was as though I was the first person to have ever seen this small piece of the world. It was something I haven't experienced anywhere but Maine, I think...just something I wasn't expecting.

Today, we are going to one of the more potent beaches. Apparently is has the best surf on the island, which means body surfing! YES. Nothing quite like moving with a wave.

My only complaint? It's a little hot and humid. And I miss you all. A lot.

Oh, and it's my dad's birthday. My own happens to fall exactly a week after his...