A gloomy, rainy day was predicted on Saturday, but on to the ferry we went regardless. As it turned out, we rode the ferry through fog, but once on Nantucket, the skies slowly cleared and it was hot.
Once off the ferry, one encounters uneven brick and cobblestone streets. The harbor had a quaint feel, and bustled with activity.
We heard that there were 42 weddings scheduled on the island this weekend… Yikes.
Beginning with the streets and some of the buildings, there is a sense of history here.
Nine of us tromped along the streets for a few hours; these photos are barely a slice of what I captured.
Now, in the off season, getting a boat slip for overnight is relatively easy. I imagine summer is quite a different story.
Somehow, we ended up at the town docks while attempting to find “the Boat Basin”. I’m still not quite sure where we were, but I, at least, had a great time wandering.
The port is quite a busy one; ferries back and forth all day, and large yachts, small ones, dinghies, rubber rafts, all tied up at the docks.
I’ll have more coming up as my days allow.
Many thanks to our “tour guide”, who really did a fine job of showing us around this bit of the island.