By Johanna Bernhard
After a slow morning of blogging and cleaning, I decided to take myself on an adventure. I’m not the type of person who is content being inside all day, whether it be reading, cooking or watching a film, after a few hours the cabin fever kicks in.
So I took to the streets, just me and my camera.
I walked down Main Street for a couple of miles and found myself in West Chop at the north end of the island. Considering it used to have its own post code, West Chop is for the island’s elite. As the main road turned into a one way and the pavement turned to sand, I walked in awe of the houses surrounding me. To say they were large would be an understatement. I meandered the road in a tie dye t-shirt and running shorts, feeling extremely insignificant.
On my walk home, I ventured into West Chop Woods. I was looking for a challenge and, although the trails were flat and short, it was refreshing to be the only person wandering amongst the trees.
I exited the woods not knowing exactly where I was. I turned left in a bid to make it back to Main street, or somewhere near there, but I wasn’t too concerned. I was on Franklin Street. I walked the road for a while, dodging cars and bicyclists. Eventually, the road merged into a sidewalk and I ambled along admiring more houses. They didn’t compare to those in West Chop.
During the hike, I did consider knocking on someone’s door in West Chop and asking to use the bathroom. Even though I was desperate I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I do have a goal this summer – to befriend someone who lives in one of those houses and be invited in.
