We’re only a few miles from the town of Plymouth, so we head down to check out THE Plymouth Rock. Now this may or not be the actual rock that the Pilgrims first stepped on when disembarking from their rowboat that took them ashore from the Mayflower but any way you look at it, it’s probably the most underwhelming monument in America.
Up the hill is the Plimoth Plantation. This is a living museum depicting the original settlement of the Plymouth Colony as it stood in 1627 and a replica an indigenous Wampanoag home site. Although the structures in both locations are accurate reproductions the costumed docents are quite different.
|weaving a fish net|
We visit the Wampanoag home site first. The staff members are all Native Peoples from the Wampanoag and other Native Nations. They are dressed historically accurate but they speak from a modern perspective about their history and current culture. One young man tells us about the eating habits of the Wampanoag. Seems their favorite delicacy was skunk. The hunter would distract the skunk much like trout tickling and grab its tail, lift the hind legs off the ground (skunks can’t spray unless their feet are on the ground) and then club the skunk and bring the treat home to dinner. An unsuccessful skunk hunter would not be welcome in camp LOL.
|… like it's 1627|
In contrast the Pilgrims in the colony are all role players. Each person portrays an actual resident of the colony. They use diaries of the original occupants to flesh out their parts and are totally immersed in the characters they portray. These actor/residents are eager to tell you about their daily lives, their struggles and their religious fervor to establish a new world theocracy. It’s a fascinating look into this chapter in the history of European colonization.
|Wiltshire horn Ram|
All this Pilgrim tourism is fun, but what’s the real story of the Pilgrims, the original inhabitants of the area and the first Thanksgiving? There are lots of opinions on line and some surprising facts. Take the challenge and Google it.
Down on the wharf, we have dinner at Cabby Shack. Dining on the deck is picturesque with views of the harbor. Service is S.L.O.W. and the food is pretty forgettable. Stuffed Lobster was blah and the pan seared scallops were overcooked in a boring wine vegetable medley sauce… should have had a burger LOL.
The Plymouth Bay Winery specializing in locally grown artisan wines is an interesting stop. They produce one grape wine from a native Concord grape that would make a fine accompaniment to a peanut butter sandwich. All of their other wines come from local fruits. Now we’re not huge fruit wine fans but their Blueberry Bay wine is surprisingly quite nice. It’s a bit fruit forward as to be expected, but it has a full body flavor and smooth finish. Their other product is their Dips. These are jellies made from their wines and fruits. It was hard not to buy one of each flavor. Thankfully they can all be ordered online and shipped.
After leaving Plymouth we skirt around Boston, spend the night in a pull through site where we don’t have to disconnect at the Minuteman Campground in Littleton, MA and then head up to the Coast of Maine…