IBWS I

My first visit to Chappy.
An early morning ferry.
Easy crossing in spite of the rain and chop.
Bouncing along the sandy lanes
with Chris as my guide.
I have come to love these back road Vineyard adventures he drags me on.
“There’s something you’ve got to see”…and off we go.
An old house or a new view or a hidden doorway.
But this trip,
with the reverence for the game running in his veins,
and the reverence for the island history worn proudly on his sleeve,
the rickety bones of the clubhouse itself …
and from the dark within…the echoes of voices past…
and the fiery red accents of companionship and competition…
I hope I did it justice my friend.