Chappaquiddick, home of boozy shenanigans since Ted Kennedy! (And me in my younger days)Sorry the photo didn’t load.
Before I had kids I was fishing on Chappy every night. There was no beach access to get back home at the time so if I missed the last boat I was stuck until morning but I didn’t really care. As long as I made it to work on time all was well.Chappaquiddick, home of boozy shenanigans since Ted Kennedy! (And me in my younger days)
When we missed the last ferry from the edgartown side we would first try calling the harbor master to get a ride. If no luck we would borrow a dinghy and leave it till the "morning" (aka noon). If it was still there we returned it. Oddly enough nobody seemed to care that we did this. I imagine when people thought their boats were stolen the harbor master knew where to check first. Not our faults that the bars closed after the last ferry.Before I had kids I was fishing on Chappy every night. There was no beach access to get back home at the time so if I missed the last boat I was stuck until morning but I didn’t really care. As long as I made it to work on time all was well.
Those were the days. I would never make it past 10:00 pm now its all work and no play to survive here on this dam rock.
Yea that was common back in the day and no big deal but now days there would be a big investigation and you would be labeled a boat thief on social media. I once grabbed the wrong dingy in the early more hours and when I got back to the morning it had been replaced with mine and a note that said please use your dingy.When we missed the last ferry from the edgartown side we would first try calling the harbor master to get a ride. If no luck we would borrow a dinghy and leave it till the "morning" (aka noon). If it was still there we returned it. Oddly enough nobody seemed to care that we did this. I imagine when people thought their boats were stolen the harbor master knew where to check first. Not our faults that the bars closed after the last ferry.