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.

Ask David Weagle, Mike Broderick, or Mary McConneloug where to mountain bike on the Vineyard and they will just shrug their shoulders and say everywhere.

If you can’t stand the traffic, get off the pavement. Because your backyard is way bigger than you think.

An ecological success story has been taking place largely out of sight – underfoot and under the sand on the south shore, where the northeastern beach tiger beetle has been making a comeback.

At eighty, printmaker Ruth Kirchmeier emits sparks of energy as she talks about coming to the Island in 1988. It was, she says, “the beginning of a new life,” where she found her artistic calling – her intricate and distinctive woodcuts.

It is a painstakingly slow and exacting process that she describes joyfully. “You have to take away what you don’t want printed and leave what you want to be part of the image.” She carves four surfaces, one for the image, and the others to apply as many as 100 colors.

Davis’ Vegetable Pain Killer; Devil’s Den; and Dunlop, G. Thomas IV.

Even for the late nineteenth century, William and Rebecca Manter’s style was lagging behind the times.