From 1961 to 2009 on Martha's Vineyard, we camped, we rented houses in town, up island and down island. We flew in on Burge's small plane. We arrived in overflowing cars on the ferries. One year, we walked from Lambert's Cove all the way along the north shore to a cottage in Menemsha. Like the woodland tribes of an earlier era in the Connecticut River valley, this was our annual summer migration to the shore. This is where summer begins...
