Cycled down to the Vineyard. It's just a few miles short of a century from Boston, a fancy way of saying you spend a day on sweating on your ass. Start early to beat the rush hour traffic in Dorchester and Quincy. Pick up 3A in Braintree. Hold your breath until you reach Scituate. All downhill to Plymouth. Twice as many uphills out of Plymouth. The grannies on my new ride keep me pedalling. The trick is then to ride fast enough to manage the rolling hills (which you don't notice in a car). Go too slow and you will really notice them. Then the Sagamore bridge (you're not there yet). Try not to ride on the road over the bridge like I did for my first trip. The speeding cars don't like piling up behind you and the metal road is a bit unsettling. Then only another 20 or so miles to Woods Hole. I never did find a good route for this last piece and the buses don't leave much room. Assess the day's accomplishment on the ferry.

Actually, this was Ron's vacation. He rented a house like he does every year. So Dennis (above), Jon, Anne and myself dropped in for a week. I work with people who look like you.

Ken Burns' Baseball came out. We watched every one. Not much of a nightlife. Jon wanted to watch it all a second time.

Scott has a house in Vineyard Haven. He knows all the non-touristy places to go. Cec used to have a house in Oak Bluffs but she sold it.

I remember when I took this photo. I got a flat. I always seem to get flats down there. Once on a bike-a-thon I got two flats. I got rid of that bicycle.

The few occasions I spent some time down there I always seem to settle upon the same routine. Breakfast (preferrably at the Black Dog). Lounge. Ride to Menemsha and get some chowder for lunch. Close the 40 mile loop via Aquinnah and Edgertown. Lounge some more. See what everyone else is up to.