Sunday, April 14, 2024

On My Way

On My Way: Voyage to the pond

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In May 1869, John Wesley Powell and nine men pushed off from the banks of the Green River in four specially designed and constructed wood boats on a voyage of exploration. On August 29,...

On My Way: Walking with Becham on South Beach

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Becham dug excitedly, and when he had a hole large enough, he stuffed his nose in, not minding the sand all over his face and in his nostrils. No voles were present. We were on...

On My Way: A walk in the clouds

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We were above the treeline traversing the summit in the clouds for a moment. This is not entirely true. Trees were all around us, and at 236 feet or so, we were not in the...

On My Way: Mapping a new trail

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A few weeks ago, I had the rare opportunity of following a bouncing ball. Have you ever wondered how a trail makes its way onto a map, into a guidebook, or onto an app on...

On My Way: Community spirit

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The annual 5K for KJ is a Thanksgiving tradition in my family. Our first participation in the event was in ’16 or ’17, when my son Peter was first a member of the Martha’s Vineyard...

On My Way: Hiking Cedar Tree Neck

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Are you looking for a mellow hike of a few hours in a terrain as varied as the Island? If so, the 400 acres of the Cedar Tree Neck Sanctuary, located in rural West...

On My Way: Reflecting on the Red Trail

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The Red Trail is not the hilliest trail. In fact, it is flat. Nor is the Red Trail a long trail. The trail of which I speak is a stretch of not even a...

On My Way: Riding the gravel trail

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The gravel ride from the meadow of Quansoo Farm to the meadow of Nat’s Farm, with all sorts of surprises in between, was fun the entire way. The All Star All Gravel course, slotted...

On My Way: Kayaking the Chop and beyond

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I have long been enamored of the small, circular Oak Bluffs Harbor that summer folks flock to in droves. The numerous million-dollar yachts tied up to the slips along the concrete wharf are always...

On My Way: Life is good

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I took a long sip of the large Cumbie’s iced coffee flavored with a shot of amaretto — the indulgence a reward for a hard and sweaty ride. An hour and a half earlier, I...

On My Way: Cross-Island hike

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An electrical current coursed through the cool air. I leaned against a tree and stretched my legs. Folks congregated outside the Trustees building. We had looked forward to the day. Even a conversation about the...

On My Way: Poking around the pilings

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I paddled out from the shore. A seagull swooped down in front me. I heard the wash in the water. I had made the right decision. A few days earlier I had the idea of...

On My Way: The climb

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The Battell trail was a climb from the start. Right away I was working. I was planting my poles and making steps. My blood was pumping. The trail wasted no time weaving upward. I...

On My Way: Looking for the cut

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The sound of the surf, the chill in the air, the blue sky and the yellow sun, the tan beach and the Atlantic Ocean were reasons enough. I drove to the left fork of South...

On My Way: The Ocean View

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South Road. Middle Road. North Road. Fulling Mill Brook. Peaked Hill. And just for the heck of the double hat trick: Ocean View Farm. The first time I did this hike — with my trusty...

On My Way: A frolic in the pond

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A sunny sky with temperatures in the low thirties and 0 to 5 knots of wind. These were the conditions I was looking for to take my kayak out on the pond on a...

On My Way: The surprises of Chappy

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Chappaquiddick Road was paved in yellow bricks. The road was level and straight, with low brush on either side. Becham, my trusty terrier-mix companion, walked by my side. I felt a sense of Oz-like...

On My Way: Sepiessa and Long Point

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We heard the waves crash at Sepiessa Point looking out over Tisbury Great Pond. We saw the waves crash at Long Point looking out over the Atlantic Ocean. I met my brother Douglas at...

On My Way: Bike ride euphoria

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The bleached-white tree trunks worn smooth by wind and water over the many years sprouted up from the otherwise green carpet of forest on either side of the trail. The eerie beauty of the dead...

On My Way: To the fair

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I wheeled my bike out of the shed. I took my helmet from the peg. My water bottle was full, and I was wearing sunscreen. Ahead of me, not more than a 45-minute bike ride,...