This is my third time to Massachusetts. Every time I have visited I've wanted to see Plymouth and Salem. Historical stuff always interested me. It's fascinating to actually see the places that you learn about. Unfortunately that can also mean you get your hopes up about how cool they are in reality.
Plymouth Rock. It sounds so grand and majestic. You almost picture a cliff with a sunset behind it, Mayflower docked in the water below and a buckled shoe perched majestically on the rock. Oh, that's just me huh? Let's just say that the image in my head didn't quite match up to reality...
It was a tiny rock, down in a hole, surrounded by gates and walls. The Camera Couple, being the masterful photographers that we are, couldn't even get a decent shot of it! The Mayflower (2) wasn't even there! (It is currently being worked on). I didn't see any buckled shoes or hats either. Luckily the silly rock wasn't the only thing to see in Plymouth. The views around the rock were incredible. Very New England.
Again, it was frigid. I don't think the temperature broke 17 degrees the entire time we were up there. Plymouth, being right on the water, had a lovely little breeze going which made it feel below zero. I could probably forgo writing this blog and just post one picture. It's supposed to speak a thousand words after all.
Accurate. It was cold. We spent some time walking around the beach and the rock. We saw the Brewster Gardens which is another tourist attraction that ended up being underwhelming... It is in the off-season though so it's not quite fair for me to say that. It had a little creek and a bridge and I'm sure it would be pretty when there were actually gardens there. I guess Rose thought I was prettier than the gardens because when I asked for her pictures of the garden, this is what I got:
So yeah, the garden was pretty. By this point we were getting thoroughly frozen so we decided to head up to the main street and check out what the rest of Plymouth had to offer. There was a craft beer store that caught our attention but, like most things in tourist areas, were quite overpriced. Naturally we had to buy some.
Finishing up our walk down main street and seeing all the cute stores we stopped in to the New World Tavern for something to eat. I also got some Mayflower Beer. I wonder if it was an old recipe passed down from the Pilgrims...?
Bellies full and faces tingling (it was very cold have I mentioned that), we headed back to the safety of the couch and a mountain of blankets. After a quick picture with Rose's new spirit animal of course!
He likes pizza.