Just a short float across the water from Edgartown harbor on Martha’s Vineyard, Apart of Massachusetts, lies the tiny and halcyon island of Chappaquiddick. At only five square miles in size and within swimming distance of the Vineyard, Chappaquiddick is a sort of island within an island.
Two ferries run simultaneously in opposite directions from the big island to the little island. Officially named the On Time II and On Time III but nicknamed the Chappy ferries, they will chug you and your bike or car from one island to the next in about three minutes. In those minutes you sail away from summer-vacationer-packed streets lined with restaurants and shops, to long and winding dirt roads devoid of traffic and with all directions leading to the water.
We like biking Chappaquiddick, even though it only takes a short while. Its paths do take you to some seriously beautiful beaches as well as Cape Poge Wildlife Preserve, full of birds and butterflies, and a little Japanese garden called Mytoi. The island is a perfect place to hang out peacefully for a few hours. Indeed, Chappaquiddick is not a place of much activity. It doesn’t want to be.
Sabina Lohr finds that home is not where the heart is, and a good chunk of her life revolves around plotting her next trip, or traveling. She has a Bachelor of Arts with a major in German which, like many liberal arts degrees, has gotten her nowhere except overseas to study. Unlike so many other travelers, she has never kept track of the number of countries she’s traveled to but knows her continent count stands at only three. The other four are calling.