Day #29
Middleboro MA/Plymouth MA
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| Plymouth Rock |
Yesterday morning Jim went to step out of the RV when I heard him mutter, "Where the heck did the stairs go?"
It seems the automatic steps that automatically extend when the living room door is opened were not doing what they were supposed to do. He flicked the switch, checked the wires, checked all connections, checked the fuses....nothing. A call went out to the RV repair guy who services the RV park. He scheduled a visit for this morning. I thought the name of his company was interesting, 'On the Road RV Repair'...sound familiar? Anyway, he quickly checked the wires and then pulled out his screwdriver to open up one of the inside stairs. He flipped it open and there inside the stair was ANOTHER fuse box! Who knew? Soooooo, a new fuse (which cost about a dollar) cost us $140 service call.
Another live and learn moment...this is getting redundant.
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| Boston area KOA - Beautiful place, bad WIFI and bad TV reception. |
Shortly after the quick fix, we left for Plymouth...or as they spelled it back in the day, Plimoth. Believe it or not, the both of us have never been there. All of our friends in public schools had gone on field trips, but we went to Catholic schools and our schools couldn't afford field trips. The parish priest always had the grandest house in town and a brand new Cadillac, though....
Anyway, we started out for Plimoth Plantation, only about 15 miles away. Along the way we realized that we were going to have to hit the ATM for some cash,
We have never had more trouble trying to find a bank, even when TOMTOM used all of the satellites all we found was an out of business bank in a shopping center. Who ever heard of a bank going out of business? Next we asked TOMTOM to take us directly into the town of Plymouth, obviously a place filled with history. So we drove down Main Street (which is very nice, by the way) and actually did find a bank or two, but had no place to park. Then, while trying to find a side street to come back around the block again for the bank, guess what we stumbled upon? Plymouth Rock! Well...we didn't actually 'stumble' on it. I should say we discovered it. Jim seemed rather surprised that there actually was a rock!
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| The rock has its own little building. The Mayflower got hit by lightning the night before and started to burn!  |
Seems that we almost forgot about the ROCK. See, we don't always do our homework and didn't realize that Plymouth had a cute little waterfront area, with all the usual shops on one side and a fishing harbor on the other. Oh yes...and the boat, the Mayflower! Well...not the actual one, that one would be pretty old by now, and you know about rot and worms in the wood and all those things that mess wooden ships up.
We went to the visitors center to find ask about Plimoth Plantation and where the nearest bank within walking distance was...yes, we were still looking for that ATM! We spent a few minutes in there, picked up a few pamphlets while waiting for the two employees to finish helping a couple of ladies. Actually, one lady from the U.K. was done with her travel info, but was talking non-stop to the visitor center lady...we waited, and waited - nothing. You all know that Jim is a paragon of patience, right?
Out the door, still looking for the ATM, we walked across the street to where two fat motorcycle cops were sitting. They should know where to find a bank! And they did. On the way back from the ATM we were ready for lunch. Let's see. now...who could we ask about good local food? Hmmmm, of course, the two fat cops! They sent us to two waterfront places, this is a fishing village after all, and these we just what we were looking for.
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| Woods Seafood Restaurant |
We chose Woods Seafood Restaurant. Nothing fancy, you can watch the fishing and lobster boats loading up and going out to sea. I knew we made the right choice the minute we went in and I saw plate after plate of boiled lobsters, fried clams, and lobster rolls passing by. Be still my heart! So many choices, so little room in my stomach! Seeing that I had my clams yesterday, I thought a 'proper' lobster roll (people along the new england coast know just I mean by 'proper') would be in order. And maybe, just maybe I could squeeze in a little new england white chowder...(chowdah)
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| Proper bun = top sliced hot dog bun, toasted! |
The food came and I pulled out the camera. Jim gives me 'the look' rolling his eyes and asks, "Are you going to take ANOTHER FOOD PICTURE? You're embarrassing me!"
Can you tell he was a detective? Across the table I am focusing a camera a few inches from my plate, and he asks me this!
It was wonderful, as was the chowder. They even had the proper vinegar (vinegah in dialect) for the french fries (chips) which is, of course, MALT vinegar. All was right with the world...at least until lunch .was over.
Up the road a mile or so was Plimoth Plantation. We went in, and watched a 15 minute movie. Thankfully, they are a little more upfront about the Native Americans now. There is a Wampanaug village and the settler's village. The Indian guy making the dug-out canoe was the coolest person in the entire place. He also spoke in the present time and would answer peoples' questions referring to 'how it was'.
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| The city kid feeds a cow |
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| I love my HOUSE, I love my STREET, I love my LIFE in this century! |
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| Indian hut |
The people who work in the village are all costumed role players. They do whatever chores a person living in 1627 would be doing. They even speak in the in the manner (which can be difficult to understand) of the early settlers. They are living in 1627 and speak in the present tense when relating events of that time. Not for nothing...but it kind of creeped me out. But that's just me.
Later that evening we asked TOMTOM where the nearest movie theater was. He directed us to an older mall in Taunton where we saw 'Super 8'. We both liked it, nothing spectacular, just a cute movie. Reminiscent of ET...and who didn't love that?
Tomorrow, if the weather cooperates (and that looks doubtful) we'll go to downtown Boston...
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