All work and no play makes Susanna a dull girl and Travvy a bored boy, so after we’d done our banking and our post officeing yesterday, I decided a trip to Waskosim’s Rock was in order. So what if it was less than 45 minutes till sunset? Live dangerously, I say.
Well, we got to Waskosim’s and a fellow in a blaze orange cap reminded me that Waskosim’s — one of the bigger properties in the M.V. Land Bank’s collection — was closed for shotgun deer season. Duh! I wasn’t ready to live that dangerously. The fellow mentioned that Great Rock Bight, a mile or so up the North Road, was open.
OK, I thought, we’ll go there, never mind that for me Chilmark is “here be dragons” territory, over the edge of my psychic map. Waskosim’s Rock reservation, straddling West Tisbury and Chilmark as it does, is practically home turf. Great Rock Bight is wholly in Chilmark, the town where I invariably get lost on dark dirt roads and then whack my bumper on a stone wall trying to find my way out.
So I’ll live dangerously enough to risk a whacked bumper but not dangerously enough to risk being mistaken for a deer. To Great Rock Bight we went. Here’s proof.
If you don’t see at least one stone wall, you aren’t really in Chilmark.
You could spend quite a while reading all the signs on the bulletin board. I didn’t bother. I did note the handwritten copy on the NO DOGS sign: it said no dogs on the beach between 10 a.m. and 5 p.m. Summer hours and summer prohibitions don’t apply in December.
The trail from the trailhead down to the beach is steep and uneven. Lucky me, my canine companion is good on leash, even when that leash is a Flexi. Otherwise I might have bumped down the trail on my butt.
Considering he lives on Martha’s Vineyard (and is a bona fide Vineyard Seadog — we have Lisa Bibko-Vanderhoop’s calendar to prove it), Travvy doesn’t get to see much of the ocean. He was fascinated by the waves, and not at all hesitant about wading in them and even wooing at them.
The one person we ran into on the beach was coming back from beyond the sign. He said there was a dead dolphin beached about half a mile up. If the sun hadn’t already gone down behind the water, Trav and I would have gone exploring. In the off-season you can say “No, thank you” to “Please turn back.”