|The view from Hinckley Lane Cliff Beach.|
I decided not to go this year, and to plan a trip to California in the fall to see old Toledo and Peace Corps friends. But I'll miss Nantucket: relaxing on the ferry over from Hyannis; catching the church steeples on the horizon as we approach the island, "the Grey Lady," 30 miles out to sea.; docking in the busy harbour; driving up Cliff Road to the cottage on Hinckley Lane, passing grey shingled houses surrounded by deep blue hydrangea and wild roses.
|Last summer, July 2012.|
"Nantucket's in my blood," Michelle says, "and now it's in my kids' blood, too." She wanted to make sure of that, and she has. Nantucket memories. They fill up your senses, live in your soul.