Day Twenty-seven - Jul 5, 2000

New York, NY to Martha's Vineyard, MA

High Point: Brian- Seeing old buddy Scott after many, many years Theresa- Scoring a second night of fireworks
Low Point: Not being with the bus
Miles By Automobile: 237
Miles Theresa Drove: 131
Price Per Gallon: $1.80
Today's Weather: Sunny, hot, muggy
Tonight's Lodging: Scott and Stacey's
Where Uploaded: Bass Harbor Campground
Wildlife: Colorful cows, two birds, dogs, bunny, and crabs

Daily Didactic

A day for juxtaposition, from the streets of New York to a beach on Martha's Vineyard. The day began early, with Michael and Cody having to go to work and Brian and Theresa preparing to extract themselves from the big city. We got a pleasant start with breakfast at an outdoor cafe (Theresa was beside herself over authentic pirogues) with Michael and two other very hip New Yorkers, Christian and Josh, who go a long way towards convincing a person that you might be able to live here and remain somewhat reasonable. We then reversed the procedure that got us into the city, drove back to Woods Hole, MA, at the base of Cape Cod, and caught a ferry to Martha's Vineyard. This time parking was only moderately difficult, with a fifteen mile shuttle ride. On the other end of a gorgeous ferry ride, we found another high school buddy of Brian's, Scott. Waiting along with Scott were his wife Stacey and their three year old (we think) boy, Skyler. We were whisked off to our second fireworks display in as many days, the island's Fourth of July fireworks having been fogged out the night before. We had a very cool picnic dinner on the Chappaquiddick beach and watched Skyler play with his friend Leif. Skyler is one of those dangerously cute kids that convince newly married couples that children might not be all that bad. Brian is actively scouting for a three year old counterexample. The fireworks were slightly smaller than the previous evening's, much more quaint, and reminded us of Anchorage's fireworks (although a few hours earlier). Our day ended at Scott and Stacey's great house in the Oak Bluffs area of the island. We were initially thrown off by the lack of street noise that had entertained us as we fell asleep in New York, but eventually adjusted...

Where we slept last night