Day two started early, because Brennan had an agenda! We drove to Plymouth where the pilgrims landed when they came here for religious freedom. Above is a picture of Dave and Brennan by a statue of William Bradford, whom they are related to. I am not related, which was kind of a weird thought, but true.
This nondescript little rock here is the famous "plymouth rock" which supposedly the pilgrims used as a stepping stone to get from their ship to dry land. I've never been aboard a boat for any length of time, so I guess it's possible they would remember which rock they stepped on when they got off the boat. So, I'm just going to believe that this rock was stepped on by pilgrims in the year 1620.
Just a picture of me in Plymouth. Because I didn't get to be in the picture of those who are related to William Bradford.
And a picture of Brennan and I in front of a replica of the Mayflower. We didn't tour this ship because, like the Eiffel Tower and Washington's Monument and other such famous things, I think the beauty of them is in the outside. When you're on board or inside, you can't see the beauty. But that's just me.
At Plymouth, there was a replicated pilgrim colonial village. THAT was very cool. Here we are at the replicated Indian village. Dave is standing in front of what was a hollowed out log canoe, and the Indian girl on the right is telling us about life as an Indian in the 1600's. Everything there is made how and out of what it would have been during the 1600's time period. Very fascinating!!
Inside the visitors center, there was an authentic, working pilgrim kitchen, which was closed by time we got there, but they make actual food (mostly bread type stuff I think) and sell it in the gift shop. And there was this guy, from some Indian tribe in Montreal, Quebec. He was making headdresses from Porcupine hair. Not quills, but the hair of Porcupine. They were beautiful! He learned this art from his grandfather.
This was an Indian house, built out of the bark of trees on the outside. It was too dark inside to get a good picture, but it was round like the Native Americans would build hogans in a later century. The beds were built around the outside walls of the house and covered with furs. They generally only used their houses in the cold winter months. When it was warm, they were traveling and hunting.
Dave and I in front of the Indian house.
In this picture you can see my cute sandals that saved my life- or rather, my feet- during all the walking we did on this trip! After a full day of walking around Lowell the day before, even my flip flops were hurting my feet. But these yoga sandals, which I only bought to match the skirt I was wearing, were the most comfortable shoes ever! They are all fabric, so nothing to rub and make your feet sore. And very cute to boot!! Just a little FYI.
The pilgrim village from the top of the community center/defensive fort at the entrance to the village
One of a few picture I got of all of us. We're in front of an old pilgrim house. It was one of those "set the camera on a log, set the timer and run to get in" kind of picture.
Another shot of the three of us in the backyard of a pilgrim house. I remembered to take my sunglasses off for this one. Our feet are cut of by the log the camera is setting on. :)
This boy know how to work a wheel barrow. Even an old colonial one.
There were reenactors in the village. This one was mudding the chinks in the wood inside the house. We lost Dave here for a while. He stayed and watched the man and his son while Brennan and I continued to look around.
We found this log pile of split wood ready for the cold winter days ahead. We think need one of these at the cabin!

We were going to go to Martha's Vineyard after Plymouth, but we spent longer than Brennan's agenda planned for us to here, so we just drove out to Cape Cod. Here is Brennan looking much like a beach bum.
It was beautiful. I don't think those who live by the ocean could ever appreciate how much those who don't love just walking the beach and listening to the waves and watching the expance as it disappears into forever.
In my effort to be IN more pictures, I stood in the ocean in my skirt and let Dave take blurry pictures of me.
It was the perfect end to a perfectly lovely day.



























































