After Sandy

Edmund Willoughby, at the fore in Edgartown's post-Sandy clean-up.





Edgartown Yacht Club


Edgartown's nearly-empty outer harbor, a rare occurence.


Ditto for the inner harbor.








Boats are going back into the water.


Captain Sandy Fisher readies for another day of scalloping, having barely missed a beat.


The beat goes on, as well, for Clinton Fisher and Steve Kuehne who are Cape Pogue-bound. The question for today is, "Will the scallops still be out there, or did they get blown away?"


Good luck, fishermen.


This little dinghy stood up to its namesake storm just fine.


One of the three Edgartown Sandy Fishers - a fisher by name and by trade, and Clinton's Uncle.


Scalloping partners Jake Bassett and Jay Bennett, carrying on another family legacy - the long-standing Bassett-Bennett connection.


Davis Lane


The Hagerty crew.


High tide at South Beach.

Hurricane!

Hurricane Sandy - which advance reports were touting as a "Frankenstorm," due to an unusual confluence of weather systems - arrived in the wee hours on Monday. So far, Edgartown has not been hit as hard even as near-by Oak Bluffs (I may have been the last car passing into that town via Beach Road this morning before it was closed for the day; I have since heard that the road near the sea wall has completely washed out), and certainly the Vineyard is not being hit as hard as New Jersey is currently being slammed (as I write on Monday evening); these photos being a somewhat relaxed photo journalistic report of a meteorological event that is, farther down the US Atlantic coast, in the process of creating a disaster zone.



High tide Monday morning, Anthier's.


State Beach looked more like South Beach this morning.


My sweet little Bend in the Road, now churning, frothing, and foreboding.


Fishermen's Pier.


High tide, minus three hours.


The bottom of Main Street.


Derby HQ


The Reading Room


Collins' Beach


"No Parking Between Signs," right fork parking lot, South Beach.


South Beach

Family Messes

When is the only time that a family mess is a good thing? Why, October in Edgartown, of course.

Today, a crisp and succulent October Sunday, with the air filled with bits of confetti-like fluff, dried and set loose from the roadside reeds and puff-ball bushes by the brisk northwest wind (in celebration of what, I wonder? Oh yes! My birthday tomorrow, no doubt) was a perfect day for picking up a family mess of scallops.






This father was apparently teaching his daughter the finer points of dip-netting for scallops. I learned from my cousin Cyrus Norton.


The proper outfit is half the fun.





Headed home with this week's family limit.

Beach Road Fall Flora

I love October.