A surprise scavenger hunt lead us to the little island of Nantucket, off the coast of Massachusetts. We were greeted by cobblestone streets and old brick sidewalks. Around every corner, this sea village alluded to its foothold in early American history. Arriving after dark, we rambled through the uneven streets towards the inn where we were staying. The island was blanketed in darkness which appeared never ending as it blended into the sea. The next morning, we began our stroll in the heart of the village and made our way toward the pier. On this perfect morning walk, the sun danced endlessly across the surface of the Atlantic Ocean. The island is accessible by plane or boat and discourages visitors from bringing cars over. As a visitor you get to experience a small island comprised of a walking culture. While only an hour by high-speed ferry, it feels a million miles away from the busy rush of mainland life. The quiet streets illustrate this picturesque community; from the local farmer's market to the whaling museum. Off season, there is a sense of peace and seclusion walking through the streets. This sense is sort of similar to the one I felt in Denali; miles away from the hustle and bustle, but not necessarily alone. Much like Denali, my walk is being viewed by those "tuned in". Here, whether walking up Main Street or out to Great Point, there are live webcams broadcasting your experience in this place. This leaves me wondering what the experience of me experiencing this place is like to those watching...
