The trip ended right where it began: at Spanky’s for one last lobster roll.
I saw my first really cool water meter cover in New Orleans, where their souvenir value has brought them onto the endangered species list. In Nantucket, the covers are pretty cool too, and have almost all been retrofitted with locks to discourage theft.
According to the Urban Dictionary, one definition of Nantucket red, particularly when worn by adult males, is “douchebag.” In that context, it is supposed to conjure up the vaguely-rapey Kennedy cousin, the villainous rich frat boy from whom you should never accept a drink, the Slytherin set.
I didn’t grow up on this coast, and so the color itself doesn’t bring up that image for me. That said, no question that dude is here on the island… and whether it’s fair to the Bronco Owners Association or not, in my worldview this is his car.
Nantucket knockers
I hate to say it, but Orange Street’s knockers might be even better than the original French collection.
Sunset
The Oldest House, a proud Nantucket landmark.
However, the carefree youngsters in the beach movie would have been going too fast to stop for a fabulous lunch at Cisco brewery like we did.
In beach movies, the happy lovers just hop into their Mustang and speed off into the sunrise. In real life, the cyclists carefully clean the sand from their feet before putting their bike helmets back on and pedaling sensibly away before the sunscreen wears off.
The surf was mild, but the waves broke long and steady… Looked like a perfect place to practice. Next time…
When we got to the beach we were nearly frightened to death by trolls under the bridge.
The intrepid explorers preparing to trek to the beach.
Party on the patio!
Brattleboro Adventure – the Auckland Edition 