We are not sure how we lucked out that fall, but we did.

In October 2001 Kat and I found ourselves living right on the beach, all the way towards the western tip of Martha's Vineyard, in Aquinnah. Far away from civilization, towns, stores, or malls. Our morning commute consisted of stumbling across our deck, down our dune, onto the beach. We were only in the house for a few months (before winter hit for real, and something a little sturdier was required), but the months we were there were truly spectacular.