Cross-Island Hike: A Long, Winding Trail
Alexander Trowbridge

His feet were sore. His toes and heels threatened to blister. They had taken him across ponds, through wetlands and tall grass, under the cover of pines and oaks, over soft moss and hard asphalt, around the bends, down the valleys and up the hills.

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Land Bank’s Cross-Island Hike Reveals a Different Perspective
Megan Dooley

The walk to Great Rock Bight from the nearest parking area takes 15 or 20 minutes. This year, that extra mile or so could have been considered the true beginning of the annual Martha’s Vineyard Land Bank cross-Island hike. Best to have factored it into your plans, if you intended to meet up with the group of hikers before they set off on their 21-mile trek through the early-summer wilds of the Vineyard.

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East, West, Walking Home Is Best: Hikers Brave Fog, Flooding Rains
Tom Dresser

The Chappaquiddick ferryman steered the On Time across the River Styx, previously known as the Edgartown Harbor, last Saturday morning. “Have a memorable walk,” the captain muttered.

Ninety minutes earlier an erstwhile cluster of 36 hikers had gathered at Quammox, not a Harry Potter game but a new Martha’s Vineyard Land Bank property of some 23 acres on Chappaquiddick.

Bill Veno convened the group of hikers promptly at 8 a.m.

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Striding from Shore to Shore, Cross-Island Hikers See Variety
Jonah Lipsky

As 42 people departed on foot from Sepiessa Point Reservation in West Tisbury at 9 a.m. sharp on Saturday morning, the air was a cool 50 degrees and the sky was clear blue. We were heading ultimately to Wilfred’s Pond Preserve in Vineyard Haven. The 15-mile walk would cross Martha’s Vineyard Land Bank properties, ancient ways and public roads that are hidden in the back woods of the Island.

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Hiking With Herb: No Walk in the Park
Alison L. Mead

As I drove up to Pennywise Preserve last Saturday, I expected to see several other Island hikers waiting to join the pack. What I saw instead was an older man, sitting on a rock, legs crossed, no car, no bike . . . just by himself.

“Are you here for the cross-Island hike?” I asked. He smiled warmly and said, “Yes.” I informed him that I just heard the group was 45 minutes behind schedule, then worked on getting my backpack organized.

“Have you ever done a hike of this length? Are you able to do it?” he asked me.

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