What could be more beautiful, more thrilling to watch than a horse, mane and tail flying, as it races along a Vineyard beach? Add a surfer, towed by the horse, and you get the new sport of, well, horse surfing. This spectacular event takes place in early fall on the edge of Sengekontacket Pond.
Wolfie Blair had one of those ah-ha moments: What if kids could actually access the solid basics of saltwater fishing and some tricks of the cast from the get-go?
The things that only night swimmers and fisherfolk have seen.
Where you are going, deep into the woods, all you need is a loincloth. Or, if feeling modest, a pair of shorts and a T-shirt will do.
Forget about the waves and the sand, the bluefish and the beach umbrellas. There is another Vineyard, an inner network that is largely hidden, usually shady, and rarely paved.
Meet the man who saved the biking world’s keister.
The reigning queen (and her husband the king) of the off-road live in Chilmark.