I am in love. Nantucket is perfect. But before I start gushing, i'll bore you to death with the details.
To get to Nantucket, you must sell your first born child. I'm not kidding. This place will suck the dollars out of your wallet before you even open it. You have to catch a ferry to reach the Island of Nantucket, located 30 miles from southern Cape Cod. The ferry, for two walk-on's and bicycles was $98. I'm still not even kidding. In Washington, for a walk-on, the ferry would cost you less than $10! So we shed a few tears, and grabbed our bikes to hop aboard the ferry. It had been Brian's dream to visit Nantucket ever since he read the book, "In the Heart of the Sea," which is about the real ship wreck that was the inspiration behind Moby Dick. Nantucket for many years in the early 19th century was the capital of whaling. After the decline of the whaling industry, Nantucket became obsolete for almost a century until the first tourists arrived. Tourists haven't stopped coming since, and for good reason. Nantucket is charming, a mix of old-world cobblestoned streets and New-England charm. We decided to spend two nights on Nantucket at one of the island's inns. The first night, as we settled into a hot toddy at the bar of a cozy wood-laden pub, we knew we were hooked.