I love to run when I’m away from home; I just think that it’s a wonderful way to know a place, especially a new place. Typically, when I run on the island, I head south from Oaks Bluff, down the beach road toward Edgartown, but today, I wanted to try something different.
And that’s how I found myself along the edges of East Chop on a rainy Sunday morning. The woman at the front desk of the Surfside told me of a route I could take to the north, one that would lead up around the outer skirts of the bluffs that define the coast. It was beautiful; I wish pictures could capture it.
Thanksgiving morning in beautiful Plymouth, home of the Pilgrims, birthplace of the ‘first’ Thanksgiving, site of the (anti-climactic) Plymouth Rock. We began the day with a cold, early run through the past, past the rock, the Mayflower, the Monument. It’s a place full of history. Today, we were part of it.