Martha's Vineyard - Saying Goodbye

Man oh man ... where did the time go?  In what seemed like just the flash of an eye, it was time to leave Martha's Vineyard.   But, I think it's always best to leave a place wanting more of it.

We packed our bags... they were a little heavier on the return trip what with all that yarn and those souvenirs and such.  Julie drove us to the dock in Vineyard Haven, and we waited for the ferry to arrive and take us back to the mainland.

There was a slight delay in unloading the ferry when it docked in Vineyard Haven.  Before arriving cars and passengers were allowed to disembark, this guy was led off the ferry, in chains, to the waiting Vineyard police.  

Not the best way to get a visit to Martha's Vineyard

The ferry finally unloads; some people are still watching the police activity

But soon, we were boarding the boat and settling in for the 45-minute ride back to Woods Hole.

One last view of Vineyard Haven harbor as we boarded the ferry

The ferry pulls away from the dock

Passing West Chop

Next stop was picking up Pooh from storage.  We had left the refrigerator on, and although we have never had it go off during a stay in short-term storage, it's always a topic for concern.  It would be most unpleasant to open up the motorhome door and smell rotten food.  But, the refrigerator fairy was on duty, and all was well in there.

We hitched up the Tracker, and drove to Mystic CT, to the same campground we stayed at last year . . . only 100 miles or so from the Cape, but a world away for us from the Vineyard.

We turned our thoughts now to Frank's parents, and were now eager to get to Alexandria, Virginia, to spend a few days with them.