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.

The reigning queen (and her husband the king) of the off-road live in Chilmark.

Bill Eville

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.

Bill Eville

Pickleball is a kind of scaled-down tennis, except easier. (No overhead serve! No long racquet!)

Jim Kaplan

As the wooden fishing boat slows to a halt, twenty-three rods rest perpendicularly on the red metal railing waiting for the signal. When the motor cuts, the weighted and squid-baited lines drop immediately into the water, finding their way down about fifty feet to the bottom. Tap, tap, tap, the hits come nearly instantly. Within minutes, maybe even seconds, amid shouts and whoops, silver fish dangle from multiple lines.

Catherine Walthers

Excuses, excuses. That’s what I had when it came to pickles. Or I should say, that’s how I avoided making pickles. I’m a farmer! I’m busy at pickling time! Who has time for canning? No place to put those jars! The list went on and on. Good Lord, I even turned down an opportunity to write a preserving cookbook (and this was several years ago before the Return of the Age of Preserving – which of course never went away on the Vineyard), because, I told the editor, I am not a preserving expert.

Susie Middleton

I walked into the Portuguese-American Club in Oak Bluffs on a mild Monday evening with my mom in tow and was greeted by a blast of music and a mix of excited twenty-somethings. We were all there for one reason, and one reason only – to learn how to paint. Well, maybe two reasons: we could enjoy some refreshing alcoholic beverages as we channeled our hidden Caravaggio or, in mom’s case, awakened her previously undiscovered inner Dalí.

Nicole Grace Mercier


Summer Among the Trees

Overnighting at the Martha’s Vineyard Family Campground has become a tradition for many, and newcomers continue to be lured by its many charms.

How it Works: Driving Oxen

As the story goes, the legendary Craig Kingsbury once drove his team of oxen into Vineyard Haven and was involved in a traffic accident.

A Marketplace for Farmers

We once had a more personal relationship with our food. It came from our gardens or from a farm on the other side of town or a butcher shop or bakery whose owners we’d known for years.

One of the great things about farmer’s markets today is that they connect us again with the sources of our food.

How it Works: Raising Sheep

The Stanwoods are no strangers to sheep. At one time Eleanor was a professional shearer, and together they have raised sheep on the Vineyard, on and off, for many years.

How it Works: Running a Yard Sale

Deep in the heart of every yard saler is the fervent hope that they’ll stumble upon some real treasure – maybe the lost Ark of the Covenant.

And deep in the basement of every yard saler are the treasures they actually came home with: used vacuums, waffle irons, bicycle tire pumps – the very items they need to have a yard sale of their own.

It’s an eternal cycle. Here’s how to make the most of it.

How it Works: Walking the Perimeter of Martha’s Vineyard

Ever taken a walk on the beach and just wanted to keep going? A walk all the way around the Island is on my list of things to do; I’ve just never quite gotten around to doing it.

In the Off-Season: February

Finding a crowd in the dead of winter can be a pleasant surprise.

In the Off-Season: December

Photographer Alison Shaw headed out at nine in the morning on December 20, 2009, and for the next eight hours she traveled the Island capturing both the whirls of activity and moments of peacefulness.

Ask the Experts: Home Staging

Looking for a competitive edge in real estate sales.

How It Works: Splitting Wood

Thoreau observed that “firewood warms you twice” – once when you split it and once when you burn it.