Our day dawned gray with light rain but that didn't stop us from going out. Pilgrim pride grabbed us as we drove to Cape Cod so we diverted to Plymouth for about three hours. Plymouth Rock was a bit underwhelming, I was disappiointed to not even see a plaque at the site describing the history of the rock. Evidently, of late there has been some disagrement among historians regarding the location, identification, and involvement of the rock in the actual landing of the pilgrims. I guess that is okay because 1620 was a long time ago. Many of the original buildings in Plymouth still stand and are in excellent condition. Amazing! Christine is standing in front of the first church in the city. Above the church to the north is the grave yard where many of the original pilgrims were buried. Christine and I hiked up the hill to the top of the grave yard and could see the harbor shrouded in a veil of rain. That little hill is really steep, but it was worth climbing because it gets your heart rate up and it was really interesting seeing all of the old graves. Plymouth/Cape Cod is the genesis of American history. I loved our visit.
Cape Cod is not very far from Plymouth, just a short drive, we thought. Good grief, who knew Cape Cod is so large. It took us about and hour and a half to drive from Plymouth the the tip of Cape Cod. We arrived at the Cape Cod National Seashore just around the tip of the Cape from Province Town at about 5pm. It was nice walking down a nearly deserted beach with Christine. Of course we had to check the temperature of the water.Christine makes my heart go thumpity thump thump thump!
Every beach needs a thug.
2 comments:
I love that you two are such good friends and that Christine still makes gets your heart going. Life is good!
What is with you guys and grave yards?
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