Martha's Vineyard

By tim d. | Last Updated: October 13, 2003

I woke up around eleven, ate some breakfast, got dressed, and then we headed out from my roommates house and went off to exlpore the island of Marhta's Vineyard. The morning was unusually fogging and rainy. This though turned out to be a great thing. I enjoyed so much driving around the little island. It seemed what England would have been like when we drove by the farms. One farm we drove by had a bull outside, behind a stone wall. The wall was like something from Frost poem. Stones were stacked carefully upon eachother about three feet high. We pulled over to get a better look at the bull. I wished I brought my camera. The bull was huge and black, his white horns sparkled in the misty day. He was huge and reminded me of seeing bulls while I was in Spain. While parked by the bull and the stone wall I saw a huge daddy long leg spider. I had never seen one this large. His legs must have been about one inch. There were several other farms I saw. Numerous sheep lined one field by which we drove, and another had plenty of cows. I had seen cows before but the way the weather was, and the immense greenery of this New England town made me feel like I could someday live in a small northeastern town. From there we drove around some more and ended up parking the car by a cement wall protecting the street from the mighty atlantic ocean. We stood next to the wet wall and inhaled the salty dank air. The waves grew larger and the next thing I knew I was soaked. One wave was so large it splashed high over the wall and sprayed us all. I imagined what it would have been like to be an explorer such as Columbus, sailing waters unknown, in a sea that could swallow you up any moment. We arrived at our destination, a pig roast at one of my mate's houses. We rolled up along the side of his house into the back yard and there it was. A huge pig was on a skewer, being turned around over a huge fire that was dug in this kid's back yard. A large white tent was covering the eating and food serving area. People sat on picnic bences, ate food and conversed over the noise of the football game. Every so often the rain would pick up forcing all the people to take shelter under the tent. I have noticed that people on the east coast are less concerned with each person's personal space. People in that tent were squished all together, but maybe that is a way a tighter knit community is formed. The island was quite the place, I feel I recieved a pretty good look at the lifestyle, considering my excursion lasted only twenty hours.

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