We drove down Hwy 1 till we could get on 295 south. We started hitting toll booths again in New Hampshire. Time to refill the ipass.
We made good time considering we took the 495 around Boston after experiencing a lot of traffic on 95 in New Hampshire and MA. (and it was a Sunday)
On Monday we bopped on over to Plymouth to check out the rock. I was pretty amazed how small it was. It was maybe 3 feet square. The docent said it had been much larger originally but due to everyone coming by and taking a piece it was now just a shadow of the original. They must have taken a lot of pieces. He indicated it had been about 20 feet square in 1620, the size of the enclosure it was in now.
We walked around the waterfront and the town, lots of extremely old buildings, and lots and lots of museums. There is a passenger ferry to Provincetown but it appears to only go once a day. Leaves at 10am comes back at 6pm. We also made our way over to the Old Grist Mill. It was a reproduction. It had burned down after a couple hundred years of use, and that was a couple hundred years ago. How time flies.
Upon leaving Plymouth, it was time to find the dog food store that I had ordered a bunch of freeze dried chicken and turkey from while we were in Bar Harbor. I had unsuccessfully attempted this back in Niagara Falls, and luckily this time it worked… The wallet now being $500 lighter, all was well with the world again. We headed back to the coach, which is just south of the town of Carver Mass, in a campground called Shady Acres… Can you imagine my first thought when I entered a barren field to find my campsite… not a tree within 400 feet. Deceptive marketing can be taken too far!
