Cape Cod/Plymouth

We drove from Philadelphia to Cape Cod.  I did not realize how close we came to New York until we hit the traffic.  We turned and there was the big city.  

We decided with the horrific traffic we were already a part of that New York would remain a skyline.

We finally made it to Cape Cod, a very touristy place.  We enjoyed visiting the Brewster Branch with some familiar faces - at least the first Mrs. Granny Smith, not from Washington but from Cape Cod.

It is green everywhere.  We enjoyed the ocean and the dramatic skies.

On our Sunday drive we did happen upon a lighthouse that is still being used.

Beautiful girls, wonderful ocean waves and those dramatic skies

Monday was our Plymouth day, but the dramatic skies got the best of us.  It rained.  It poured.  We did get a glance at Plymouth Rock.  So it is not as big as some of us thought, we can say we saw it.

We were pretty soaked by this point and decided to do Plymouth Plantation the next day.  

We ended up at an indoor museum with many tourists with the same idea.  Whitni and I gave up on this glassblowing demonstration, being too short and in the back.  I'm sure it was fabulous.

It was a beautiful day for Plymouth.  We did see a lot of places, however, where the previous day's rain washed parts of the trail away.

We started at the craft house.  This gentleman was making a chair that he sells for $4000. They also make them for the displays and houses on the plantation.  There was also a young man making cups out of clay. It was interesting to see how fast he could make a cup.  The one we saw was the ninth.

The girls tried to made friends with this young family.

The village.

Dale volunteered to man the cannons against enemy fire, usually that means his daughters.

We aren't dressed properly for this time, but with our simple minds and honest hearts I think we will fit in.

Whitni got some long awaited revenge in this humble home.  I think she's enjoying the 17th century.

I decided to try out one of the woodworker's chairs.  I do appreciate carpet, electricity, and plumbing.

From the pilgrim village we then went to the Wampanoag village.  Marissa had a battle with a worker at Jamestown who belittled her question about using only shells to scrape out the canoe.  She felt redeemed here watching these young natives scraping it out with sticks and tomahawks.

This young man needed to go back to wherever he came from because he did not seem to be enjoying his summer, but he did allow the picture.

This young man, however, loves his job.  This was where all the fun was.  They are playing a game here where the fun comes in distracting your opponent.  The tourist won this game, much to the surprise of the native.

We do need to get this poor girl out to a farm more often.

We enjoyed a visit with the gentleman in the center.  They stay completely in character with their great English accents.

The Mayflower II is a small ship.  Imagining the 102 passengers below deck most of the time is hard to imagine. These two would not have survived!

We were excited to see our deckhand on board the Mayflower in this cutout, but here as a pilgrim.

A beautiful day with lots of history seen.