Escaping the monotony: A trip to Martha’s Vineyard

To escape the humdrum of the city, five friends and I decided to pile into a car and make our way down to the ever popular vacation spot: Martha’s Vineyard, home to Vineyard Vines and the movie “Jaws”.

We arrived in Cape Cod around 10 a.m. – an early start for most people in the group. Not early enough, apparently, as a tired-looking Napoleon Dynamite told us at the first parking lot we visited. He directed us down the long, winding roads to a second parking lot. This one was massive, bigger than the size of a football field. We parked at the complete other end of the lot among the rows and rows of cars.

Luckily, there was a shuttle transporting visitors to the main ferry area. Among the visitors were families, groups of friends (like ourselves), and couples. Some were carrying suitcases and large duffle bags, a testament to the popularity of this particular vacation spot.

Once at the ferry area, we each bought round-trip tickets and waited our turn in line to get on the ferry. From our view, the ferry looked massive with a giant cargo hold. First, the cars were loaded one by one. Then came the bikes. Then came the people.

The ride was short at 40 minutes, but we took the time to walk the deck and watch the water lap against the rapidly-moving ferry. The white blended in with the turquoise which blended in to the deep blue, making for a beautiful view to the island.

We started our day the way the best days start: with food. We ended up at the highly recommended Offshore Ale Company. Instead of the regular free bread or free chips, this restaurant’s fare was peanuts. The restaurant surprisingly encouraged its guests to throw the shells on the ground – an altogether messy novelty.

After a filling lunch, my friends and I made our way to the famous gingerbread cottages. No, the cottages weren’t actually made of gingerbread but the reasoning behind the name was quickly apparent on first glance. They seemed to be the same house duplicated throughout the neighborhood, but as we walked around, we realized that each had its own distinctive characteristics. Each had a different color scheme – one was covered in atrocious bubblegum pink pink, another soft purple, and another in contrasting navy and burgundy tones. Oddly enough, the houses were also named. From “The Millers” to “La Vie en Rose”, each name complimented the eclectic style in which the individual house was designed.

Upon leaving the neighborhood, I had the distinct feeling that I had just taken a turn around Whoville.

We then made a group decision to head towards one of the lighthouses. Upon plugging the place into Google Maps, we were shocked to discover that our options were either a 10-minute drive or an hour and a half walk. For the sake of our already-tanned skin and sanity, we decided to flag a taxi down to the other side of the island.

After piling out of the taxi, we spotted the rather underwhelming lighthouse. With a hefty $5 entrance fee, we were hesitant about going up a lighthouse that was barely taller than some of the houses on the island. My friends and I eventually decided to lounge in the shade of the lighthouse, blasting the tunes of Vanessa Carlton and Drake into the afternoon.