|Clancy and I at Owen Park in Vineyard Haven|
Clancy and I hit the road with some family members back in May and spent a week on the island of Martha's Vineyard, Massachusetts.
This was Clancy's first trip out of the Midwest, and he was thrilled to death and couldn't wait to get on the road the morning that we left. There's nothing Clancy loves more than riding in the car, even if the ride involves driving more than 900 miles over two days. He couldn't have been happier in the van.
As I've mentioned in previous posts, my family on my father's side has been on the Vineyard for centuries. My grandparents bought a small summer cottage in the 1960s for our family to share and I've spent many vacations there throughout my life. It's always fun to get back to the island and pull in to the drive of our little place.
Our cottage is in the town of West Tisbury, which is also home to the most charming town hall I've ever seen.
|Red maples at the Town Hall|
My favorite place on the Vineyard is Aquinnah, home of the famous Aquinnah cliffs and the historic Gay Head lighthouse, and the setting for my novel-in-progress, The Ghosts of Aquinnah.
Clancy liked being there too.
Coming in a very close second is the fishing village of Menemsha.
|The Coast Guard station at Menemsha|
There's no better place on the island to watch a sunset, and I've spent many nights on the Menemsha beach watching the sun slowly disappear into Vineyard Sound.
If there was one place on the island that Clancy hated, it was the south shore beach called Katama. As the southern coast of the island is all open ocean, the waves are generally fairly big. And while there is nothing I love more than the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore, Clancy completely disagreed.
Clancy was scared to death of the waves but tried to put on a brave front. He raised his fur and barked at them to let them know he wasn't going to stand for any of their nonsense.
He was much happier when we moved farther up on the sand and away from the reach of the water, and he even agreed to smile for the camera.
He wasn't any happier about the calm water at Lobsterville Beach.
But I told him he had to just deal with it because I love it.
As vacations always seem to do, the week flew by and before we knew it it was time to head home. But I couldn't have asked for a better week to relax and unwind while enjoying the island I love.
I'm not sure when it will be, but I'm already looking forward to the day when Clancy and I can return to Martha's Vineyard.