Getting Lost: A Day on Nantucket Island

Although the weather called for tropical storms, I thought a Saturday sounded like the perfect opportunity for Liam and I to explore Martha’s Vineyard. 

Yes, you read correctly, Martha’s Vineyard. But the title of this post is Nantucket Island? 

Well, I was so tired that morning that I hurriedly (and quite aggressively) directed Liam onto the wrong ferry. We woke up in the Nantucket marina, confused, but ready to explore. As usual, Liam’s only interest was kiteboarding. We biked around 7 miles to Madacket Harbor – but although the currant was strong, the wind was too weak for Liam to successfully kite. 

Instead, we kept biking the perimeter of the island until we discovered the most exciting part of Nantucket: the Cumberland Farms! That should tell you everything you need to know on Liam’s standards for entertainment. But we desperately needed water, so we broke for lunch by a pier and counted the number of docked yachts worthy of owning one day. 

We found a bar overlooking the harbor where we planned our grand-theft-nauto escape to the Amalfi Coast. The Bloody Mary was horrible, and overpriced, so we ditched the high-rolling life for Cumberland Farms pizza and wine on Brant Point. 

It’s cheesy as hell, but nights like these are the moments I live for. The moments that make me fall deeper in love. We didn’t talk much, just sat together in the sand, drinking Santa Margherita and watching the sail boats come in and out of the marina. 

Unfortunately, all that’s good is gold, and nothing gold can stay. The 6:15 ferry took us home to Barnstable for a relaxing night of Pirates of the Caribbean and ice cream.

We’re planning a day to actually ride around Martha’s Vineyard soon, maybe one day Liam will let me forget how I rushed us onto the wrong island.

If you have any follow up questions about Nantucket, please email me at hello@alostblonde.com

♡ Abigail Reagan