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Memories of October 1995…

In October of 1995 my daughter Deb and I went to MV and Newport, Rhode Island for an autumn get-away.

 Part 1 – Martha’s Vineyard

We were supposed to leave NJ on Saturday. Due to the forecast of heavy rain my husband suggested she and I leave Friday after Deb got home from work and stay over night in Mystic, Ct.  Deb got off from work early and we left around 3pm.  Things were going smoothly for oh, at least an hour and then 7 or so miles before the dreaded Tappan Zee Bridge things came to a dead stop.  We decided to get off at the next exit and wend our way through the smaller back highways and eventually rejoin good old route I-95.  Sounded like a good plan.  Actually a lot of motorists thought so too and before we knew it we were stuck in a worse traffic jam.  And…. that rain that we were trying to avoid…well, it came early and it was heavy and oh, it was also getting dark !  Nine hours later at 11:30pm we arrived in Mystic, Ct… a drive that should have only taken 3 or 4 hours at the most.  And so our adventure had begun.

IMG_3918 The next morning we arrived in Woods Hole and got an earlier ferry to Martha’s Vineyard… we like when that happens.

2503091152_e4b6b53cb0_m We checked into our inn and spent the day walking and relaxing.  After supper it began pouring,  I half kiddingly said we should take a walk in the rain and before I knew it that’s what we were doing.  I never like walking in the rain, especially in the dark, but for some reason it just seemed the right thing to be doing.

The following day after breakfast we rented bikes.

 

Mind you it had been years since I’d been on a bike and I’d never used hand brakes… but how hard could they be !! Off we trotted to the bike shop by the harbor in Edgartown. After a few instructions … most of which I’d missed we got on our bikes and headed out of the shop. Somehow I wound up not on the road but heading for a hedge of flowers and before I knew it had made contact with them… it was all in slow motion so it seemed like an eternity until I hit the ground. I laughed and so did the rental guy, my daughter though after showing concern for my well being was convinced I’d want to turn in the bikes and forget about our ride. But no, I was determined to carry on after we’d gone back to the inn however so I could bandage my cuts and bruises. So back on the bike I got and we headed to the inn just a block or so away. I was doing pretty well until I turned into their driveway and sort of, well, bumped into one of the cars in their lot. Finally got myself put together and once again started off on our bikes… my daughter still wasn’t convinced we’d make it out of Edgartown. You’ll be happy to know that I was finally getting the hang of the hand brakes even though I automatically was using my feet too… sometimes dragging them on the ground as a back up maneuver.

 

The road between Edgartown and Oak Bluffs is 6 miles of scenic beauty… for most of the ride the ocean is on one side and Sengekontacket Pond is on the other… it’s one of the prettiest bike paths (or roads) on MV.   We stopped several times to take pictures and for me to catch my breath.   At one point the bike path changes from one side of the road to the other… there are big signs telling you about this…  I missed them.   When I saw my daughter move across the road I figured I should follow suit… as I have a problem turning my neck I didn’t see the truck that was coming down the road.   I made it to the other side still not aware how close the truck had come… I do however remember the scared and horrified look on my daughter’s face.   She claims to this day that I gave her several grey hairs… I say, turn about is fair play.

It was a fun day… the company, the weather, the experience of hand brakes… I’m glad we did it ……. once.

MV-Dawn (74) The following day was spent driving around the Vineyard. Not too much walking was done due to the sore leg muscles one of us had… not mentioning names but I’m sure after reading about our bike trip that you can guess who it was ! Tuesday was also the most normal of our four day get away… a ploy perhaps to coax us into a false sense of security! That remained to be seen!

Part 2 – Newport, Rhode Island

Our plan called for us to stay overnight in Newport, RI… a place Deb had never been to and I raved about.

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I had made reservations at a bed & breakfast, which is NOT pictured here. We figured we’d check in and then go have lunch by the harbor. The best laid plans often go astray as we were finding out… this part of our trip was no different.

15407899186_d80c1f1912_m We pulled into the circular driveway of what once had been a gorgeous mansion. Once. The first thing we noticed was the roof being torn off and being tossed onto the driveway. OK, a little renovation is a good thing. There were no other cars in the driveway (an omen perhaps). The spider webs by the front door, not such a good thing, even if Halloween was only days away. The door was locked so we rang the bell. Lurch opened it. All right, it wasn’t Lurch, but this man was big and wore an eye patch and had a low gravely, grumbly voice. Maybe there wasn’t an eye patch but there should have been.

We walked into what at one time had years ago must have been a beautiful mansion but was now drab, threadbare, and frankly creepy. The circular staircase was beautiful wood covered by the most horrible ugly green carpeting imagineable. We signed in and were lead us upstairs to our room (cue ominous music). Walked in… it was large, queen size bed, a cot, bare floors, nothing matched, high drafty ceilings with no lights, everything was worn out looking. I didn’t want to put my suitcase down. Deb looked at me and I at her mumbling things like “I don’t know” “I don’t like it here” “this is spooky”. She asked if I wanted to go home? We made a beeline down the stairs, mumbled a few words to the owner, flung open the seemingly stuck front doors, threw our luggage in the car and high tailed it out of there. Another slightly askew incident in our adventure.

IMG_2922 (2)We did however have one of the best lunches ever. We drove to the harbor and ate outside at the Mooring. The whole time we were eating we were laughing and talking about the weird bed and breakfast and the strange owners. At one point our waitress came over to ask the usual “how is everything” question and before I knew it I was telling her about our … um, episode at the b&b. She told us she’d heard some stories about the place that were on the weird side. We agreed we’d definitely made the right decision in leaving.

We left Newport with 3 minutes to spare on the parking meter and headed home to NJ. Since we were coming home a day early it was only fair to give my husband a heads up. We called him from a rest stop, no answer so we left a message on the machine to alert him to our earlier arrival. We called once more to update him and drove happily along. Meanwhile, at home he hadn’t bothered to listen to the messages and was completely surprised when we arrived a day early.

 

Thus ended a slightly off kilter, lovely and very memorable trip 🙂

 


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October On The Vineyard, Part I …

October is speeding along too quickly and if I’m doing posts about October on Martha’s Vineyard I’d better get going on them.

I was lucky enough to spend 5 glorious days on the Vineyard with my daughter Deb and our friend and honorary family member, Dawn.   We packed a lot into the days we were there including meeting a new step-cousin and visiting with a dear friend as well.

In this first post let’s visit the

Hope you enjoyed this autumn walk through the Campground.

Stay tuned for upcoming exciting, fun-filled and picturesque adventures. 🙂

Links…

Martha’s Vineyard Camp Meeting Assn

history of the Campground

the Tabernacle

 


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Walking Over The River …

Recently on my daughter Deb’s birthday we went for a walk over the Hudson River on the beautiful Walkway Over The Hudson,

(the above photo is from Google, all others are mine)

The walkway is in Poughkeepsie, New York… it was a former railroad bridge built in 1889, the bridge deck stands 212 feet above the river’s surface and is 1.28 miles long, making it the longest, elevated pedestrian bridge in the world.  The day we were there was sunny, cloudy, breezy, windy and as you can see still lots of beautiful foliage.   Here we go…

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view up river …
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down river towards NYC which is approximately 85 miles away…

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barge coming up river…

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I want to give honorable mention to 14 year old granddog Chappy who never once slowed down and enjoyed every moment of the bridge walk. IMG_1696
One last look…
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This was so much fun and if it were closer than almost 2 hours from where I live I’d walk it more often.

Here are links to Walkway Over the Hudson:

http://www.scenichudson.org/parks/walkway

http://nysparks.com/parks/178/details.aspx


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NY State Sheep & Wool Festival 2014 …

… otherwise known in knitting and spinning circles as ‘Rhinebeck’ (no pun intended)

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Saturday, Oct 18…7:30 sunrise…

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9:30 a.m. arrival at Rhinebeck… already a jagillion cars there…

 

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and people…

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even though it was mostly cloudy and even spritzed a few times the foliage as usual was beautiful…

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these friendly looking folk caught my eye…

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My creation

they were in front of the museum which I had never been in …  the exhibits included old milk wagons, baby carriages, wash tubs, and a man making caned seats…

My creation

 

there’s more to the sheep and wool festival than livestock and yarn…there’s a lot of other things to be looked at, admired and coveted..  for years I denied myself the small, orange, felted pumpkins… and then 2 years ago I got one… and then last year another one… and this year a third one….

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but they’re not the only thing I had my eye on… there were these baskets too… my daughter had one, friends had them, almost every third person walking around Rhinebeck had them… they were great to put stashes of wool in, or food, or a small animal even… so this year my first stop… after coffee… was a basket…

here’s my treasures from 2014 Rhinebeck.. 🙂

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the sky on the way home at 4:30 was just as beautiful as the morning sky was…

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Vineyard Oct 2012 …

Lucky, lucky me, two trips to MV this year, May and October, both beautiful months to be on the Vineyard.  Come along and join me, my daughter Deb, her dog Chappy and my granddaughter Tiffany on our adventure.

Welcome to Cape Cod… getting closer to Woods Hole and the ferry by the minute.

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Arrived late afternoon on Saturday and mostly walked, browsed, stretched our legs and paws, enjoyed a good meal and then settled in for the night.

Sunday morning was stunning. After breakfast in the garden at Espresso Love we drove out to W Tisbury to the Artisan Fair at the Grange Hall.

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We browsed,  bought a few trinkets and then headed down the road to the whimsical and delightful Field Gallery.  You can’t visit here and not smile.

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A moment of relaxation and contemplation before moving on.

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The afternoon culminated with a ride on the Flying Horses. You can never be too young or too old to not enjoy a spin and a chance to catch the brass ring.

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After breakfast Monday morning at the Black Dog Cafe…

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…we headed to pumpkin heaven at Morning Glory Farm.

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Part of the afternoon was spent walking through the Campground.

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This is the first cottage in the Campground…1864.

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Tuesday’s breakfast was at Among The Flowers in Edgartown.

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Then a drive Up-Island to the Beetlebung Cafe and to spend the day with a good friend.

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The nexy day our time on the Vineyard came too quickly to an end.

Here comes the Martha’s Vineyard to take us back to America.

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One final picture.

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PS… Chappy waiting patiently as always.

My creation


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Adventures In October …

Around this time in 1995 my daughter Deb and I went to MV for an autumn get-away.

We were supposed to leave NJ on Saturday. Due to the forecast of heavy rain we decided to leave Friday after Deb got home from work, and stay over night in Mystic, Ct.  Deb got off from work early and we left around 3pm.  Things were going smoothly for oh, at least an hour and then 7 or so miles before the dreaded Tappan Zee Bridge things came to a dead stop.  We decided to get off at the next exit and wend our way through the smaller back highways and eventually rejoin good old route I-95.  Sounded like a good plan.  Actually a lot of motorists thought so too and before we knew it we were stuck in a worse traffic jam.  And…. that rain that we were trying to avoid…well, it came early and it was heavy and oh, it was also getting dark !  Nine hours later at 11:30pm we arrived in Mystic, Ct… a drive that should have only taken 3 or 4 hours at the most.  And so our adventure had begun.

The next morning we arrived in Woods Hole and got an earlier ferry to Martha’s Vineyard… we like when that happens.

We checked into the Victorian Inn which is one of our favorite places to stay. We  spent the  rest of the day walking and relaxing.  After supper it began pouring,  I half-kiddingly said we should take a walk in the rain and before I knew it that’s what we were doing.  I never like walking in the rain, especially in the dark, but for some reason it just seemed the right thing to be doing and you know what, it was fun.

The following day after breakfast we rented bikes.

You can read about our fun and nerve wracking adventure further down the page.

The next day was spent driving around the Vineyard.  Not too much walking was done due to the sore leg muscles one of us had… not mentioning names but I’m sure after reading about our bike trip that you can guess who it was !  Tuesday was also the most normal of our four day get away… a ploy perhaps to coax us into a false sense of security!  That remains to be seen!

We sadly said good-bye to the Vineyard and headed off to our next adventure.

Our plan called for us to stay overnight in Newport, RI… a place Deb had never been to and I raved about.

We figured we’d check into the bed and breakfast and then go have lunch by the harbor.  The best laid plans often go astray as we were finding out… this part of our trip was no different.

101_4572 We pulled into the circular driveway of what once had been a gorgeous mansion.  Once.  The first thing we noticed was the roof being torn off and being tossed onto the driveway.  OK, a little renovation is a good thing. There were no other cars in the driveway (an omen perhaps). The spider webs by the front door, not such a good thing, even if Halloween was only days away.  The door was locked so we rang the bell.  Lurch opened it.  All right, it wasn’t Lurch, but this man was big and wore an eye patch and had a low gravely, grumbly voice.  Maybe there wasn’t an eye patch but there should have been.

We walked into what at one time had surely been a showplace  but was now drab, threadbare, and frankly creepy.  The circular staircase was beautiful wood covered by the most horrible ugly, grimy green carpeting imagineable.  We signed in and were lead us upstairs to our room (cue ominous music). Walked in… it was large, there was a queen size bed, a cot, bare floors, nothing matched, high ceilings with no lights, a moldy smell, everything was worn out looking.  I didn’t want to put my suitcase down.  Deb looked at me and I at her mumbling things like “I don’t know”  “I don’t like it here” “this is spooky”.  She asked if I wanted to go home?  Indeed I did. We made a beeline down the stairs, mumbled a few words to the owner, flung open the locked and bolted front doors, okay maybe not locked and bolted but definitely hard to open.  We threw our luggage in the car and high tailed it out of there as quickly as we could.  Another slightly askew incident in our adventure.

We did however have one of the best lunches ever.  We drove to the harbor and ate outside at the Mooring.  The whole time we were eating we were laughing and talking about the weird bed and breakfast and the owners.  At one point our waitress came over to ask the usual “how is everything” question and before I knew it I was telling her about our … um, episode at the b&b.  She told us she’d heard some stories about the place that were on the weird side.  We agreed we’d definitely made the right decision in leaving.

We left Newport with 3 minutes to spare on the parking meter and headed home to NJ.  We called home to let my husband know we’d be home a day early. Meanwhile, at home he hadn’t bothered to listen to the messages and was completely surprised when we walked in.

Thus ended a slightly off kilter, lovely and very memorable trip.

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BICYCLE TRIP

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It was crisp and  beautiful that Monday morning in October 1995 and my daughter and I decided to rent bikes.   Mind you it had been years since I’d been on a bike and I’d never used hand brakes… but how hard could they be !!   Off we trotted to the bike shop by the harbor in Edgartown.   After a few instructions … most of which I’d missed, we got on our bikes and headed out of the shop.   Somehow I wound up not on the road but heading for a stone wall, before I knew what happened I had made contact with it… it was all in slow motion so it seemed like an eternity until I hit the ground.   I laughed, the rental guy stood there shaking his head, my daughter though, after showing concern for my well being was convinced I’d want to turn in the bikes and forget about our ride.  But no, I was determined to carry on after we’d gone back to the inn however so I could bandage my cuts and bruises.   Back on the bike I got and we headed to the inn just a block or so away.  I was doing pretty well until I turned into their driveway and sort of lost my balance and well, bumped into one of the cars in their lot.  Got myself put together and once again we started off on our bikes… my daughter still wasn’t convinced we’d make it out of Edgartown.   You’ll be happy to know that I was finally getting the hang of the hand brakes even though I automatically was using my feet too… sometimes dragging them on the ground as a back up maneuver.

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The road between Edgartown and Oak Bluffs is 6 miles of scenic beauty… for most of the ride the ocean is on one side and Sengekontacket Pond is on the other… it’s one of the prettiest bike paths, or roads on MV.   We stopped several times to take pictures and for me to catch my breath.   At one point the bike path changes from one side of the road to the other… there are big signs telling you about this…  I missed them.   When I saw my daughter move to the other side of  the road I figured I should follow her.  I have a problem turning my neck and I didn’t see the truck that was coming down the road but I made it to the other side still not aware how close the truck had come.  I do however remember the scared and horrified look on my daughter’s face and the reprimand she rightfully gave me.   She claims to this day that I gave her several grey hairs… I say, turn about is fair play.

It was a fun day… the company, the weather, the experience of hand brakes… I’m glad we did it ……. once.

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