From Edgartown, Martha's Vineyard I ran to Oak Bluffs which is the most picturesque town of tiny victorian gingerbread clapboard houses clustered togther. The place is cute made charming and adorable by lots money. Parts of it look like main street in Disneyland, it's so quaint. It's too adorable to be real, and yet it is. The colors of the painted cut outs on the homes, and window sills, porches, and doos are all painted beautiful shades of periwinkles, purples, greens. Every house is more artsy than the next. Evey house has clustered flower gardens with fat blue hydrangia, black eyed susans, purple sage, delphenium, tiger lilies in colors so vivid, it's obscene. The natural flowers along the ran along a bike trail I ran were also gorgeous-- briar rose, pink thistle, blue cornflower. The bike trail is along a long stretch of beach on one side, and a bay on the other. I ran over two bridges where the ocean channeled into a sound/bay and the water was so clear, and thick I could see to the bottom. The water here is beautiful. It's been overcast and misty since we've been here, but it's welcome, cool relief to the sauna of South Carolinda. NE'ers think it's so humid and keep telling me HOW humid it is. I can assure you, the breezes on Martha's Vineyard and the cool mist is nothing like the steamy, sulty, heat of Myrlte Beach. This place is unbelievably quaint, and the beauty of the Island itself was worth the time to run it. | 