We left the rig on the Cape Cod mainland for three days, caught a ferry with our bikes, and checked into a suite at the Chestnut House. Nantucket Island was a much different experience for a visit compared to Martha’s Vineyard.
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| Lovely patio gardens and planter boxes |
Thirty-three miles off Cape Cod it is less accessible, thus fewer crowds. Any one coming to Nantucket Island carries away lots of memories. On Nantucket, you can’t help but just look around and see how much there is to please your eyes and inspire your senses. The fog on an early morning… the dull sound of the fog horn when you are snuggled in bed all warm and cozy…
the froth and spray coming off waves crashing in a nor’easter to entertain yourself… picking wild blueberries or beachplums… hearing the ferry boat sound its horn as it rounds Brant Point… watching the ferry leaving the Island and feeling that you are left behind in a special world…being happy that the bake shops and ice cream shops are open for the season…
walking by yards full of blue hydrangeas… never getting lost as someone is always willing to stop and give you directions or tell you perhaps the distinguished story of an old sea captain’s house…
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| A sea captain of modest means had a few windows in his house |
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| More well to do sea captains had many windows |
smelling wild grape from the road… feeling the chill of the Atlantic water walking along the ocean beach… watching a fleet of boats anchored in the harbor… spotting gulls soar and sandpipers run along the shoreline… balancing your footing as you step over cobblestone streets and uneven brick sidewalks…
riding or walking along the extensive bike paths… dining on scrumptious food at one of the many restaurants or taverns…admiring shop windows filled with elegant goods and art work…
No matter what season you are on Nantucket or when you visit, like our experience you will enjoy the slow pace of the island, the charm and quaintness of grey shingled cottages and lofts along the wharf,
the stately old sea captain houses and the rich history of this wonderful once old whaling community.
Sperm whales were hunted for their blubber to render oil for heating and lamps. Their teeth were used for scrimshaw.
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| Scrimshaw pie crust crimpers |
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| Scrimshaw busks for corset stays |
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| Sailors often made lighthouse baskets as gifts |
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| or scrimshaw canes |
and so many more special things that we could go on and on about...
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| Doggie goes to the Farmers Market |
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Wildflowers blooming everywhere ...
the sunsets you see toward Madaket Point on a summer evening… |
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| and if your lucky a moonlit stroll after a Nantucket dinner can prove to be a delight |
