As of the writing of this article, our days on Martha’s Vineyard are dwindling to a precious few, as is summer. Although the island wasn’t as crowded as in past years when the Obamas were vacationing, Oak Bluffs and the Inkwell were still filled with folks maxing, relaxing and eager to say “hello.” It was overheard (you know me, I always have my ears open) on more than one occasion that the reason people love this island so much is because it’s safe, clean and friendly. Although some are known to have their idiosyncrasies, everybody gets along.

The Inkwell is considered to be among the island’s most iconic spots. Let’s be clear; the Inkwell is a beach. It is not the best beach on the island, but it is the place where you are sure to see someone you know, from somewhere you met at some point in your life. The feeling of community is brought to life in every sense of the word, and that is a good feeling.

Even if you are not a polar bear, jumping into the icy cold water at early morn, which I am not, just sitting on the beach and watching the brave souls who greet and meet is a treat. Getting up at 7 a.m., grabbing a cup of coffee and perhaps a donut from Backdoor Donuts garnered the night before and parking myself on the bench to watch those yelling “yikes!” as they tip-top into the water is one of my favorite activities on the island. The other is watching the rising sun glisten on the water to the right, sparkling like diamonds, while to the left the teal-colored water blends majestically along the horizon as it appears to meet the blue-gray sky.

A little later in the day, there are a variety of options. You can return to the Inkwell, where old friends cluster in a circle to recount what’s been happening during the year and new friends are made. This year, the second annual AKA reunion took over while the Q’s quickly followed with a party of their own. Further along the road, a little past Lola’s, where the late-night crowd meets, is State Beach. Quieter and more serene, where you may or may not see anyone you know, it is a place of rejuvenation, to sit back in your beach chair, sip on a glass of wine (or not) and watch the clouds go by until the sun begins to sink slowly in the west.

Of course, if you really want to see a sinking sun, then it’s a trip up-island to Menemsha Beach. Not exactly a fancy beach, it is the gathering place for all of those who wish to end the perfect day, hopefully, with a perfect sunset, which is pretty amazing. Seen lounging most comfortably this year were Gwynne Wilcox, along with good friend Walter Braslow and his lovely wife and daughter, who extended an invitation to his annual third Monday in August cocktail sip at his home along the lagoon in Oak Bluffs. But getting back to Menemsha Beach, I once saw the big yellow sun turn to burnt orange as it disappeared into the sea, and then I immediately witnessed the rising of the full moon—awesome!

The beach of all beaches is South Beach, where the waves have been known to literally knock people off their feet. Even on a calm day, the waves are not for the faint of heart, but oh so delightful! The beach, which sits along the Atlantic Ocean in the town of Katama, next to the pristine town of Edgartown, is a must to visit. It is something that just has to be experienced at least once while here. We try to go as often as we can. This year we had the pleasure of hooking up with good friends, New York County Supreme Court Judge Raymond Bruce and his wife Darlene, brother Eric and son Nysiah. A trip to South Beach isn’t complete unless you first stop at the Edgartown Stop and Shop to pick up a bag of fried chicken. Our good friend Wes Allen turned me on to this culinary delight years ago, and I never forgot it. Lingering on the beach until once again we witness an incredible sunset, we pull out the sweatshirts because once the sun drops, so do the temperatures.

We began our stay in Edgartown to attend the RIISE workshop, which I believe I told you about in an earlier article. What I didn’t tell you was the event was organized by Gina Parker-Collins, who throughout the year takes on the humungous responsibility of providing resources for parents with children attending or thinking about attending independent schools, as well as for the college bound and those desiring test prep.

A trip to the Vineyard is often capped off with a trip to the upper most part of the island, known as Aquinnah. I suggest you pull out your copy of last summer’s issue of the “Cosmopolitan Review,” because I gave a more in-depth account on the history of Aquinnah and its native inhabitants, the Wampanoag people.

I want to publicly give a big thank you to Kenneth J. Knuckles, Esq., president and CEO of the Upper Manhattan Empowerment Zone, often referred to as a “prominent and distinguished businessman from the Bronx.” Ken sent me an extremely thoughtful note via my husband Charles’ email, thanking me for providing such an interesting and informative account of the origins of Aquinnah and the Wampanoag, a topic that is so little known. Thank you, Ken.

And so, while we bid summer adieu, don’t forget to still use your sun screen, record your memories and gird your loins for the fall.

Until next week … kisses.