After Rhode Island we drove to Cape Cod. This picture, and the next few that
follow are from somewhere in the vicinity of Wellfleet, along the Atlantic Ocean
side of the cape. These are of course, very large dunes.
They sort of lack perspective in this picture, so just take our word for
it until you scroll down to the next one.
The footprints you see in these photos are mostly ours. The tire tracks are
someone else's. We don't know who made them but they were nowhere to be seen
while we were around. We parked somewhere on top the dunes and sort
of slid down a pathway to get to the beach. Going back up to the
car turned out to be much more work. Incidentally, Melanie is here
in this picture providing some scale. Although really with this camera
angle she's mostly providing scale to the ocean. Let's move things
around a bit, shall we?
There we go. Now we have Melanie in the middle of the dune, and you can sort
of roughly estimate that this particular dune is over 14 Melanies high. Wow.
Also in case you're wondering what's holding her up there -- it's velcro.
No, not really. We should mention that this is not what most of the
cape looks like. This is what most of the northern part of the cape
facing the ocean directly along the coast looks like. Much of the
rest of it looks like cute little bed and breakfasts interspersed with
antique shops and donut stores.
Now here we are on the west side of the cape with Cape Cod Bay in the background.
These dunes aren't quite as high and the sand has an altogether different
quality. Right about the time we were sitting here looking out over
all the nothing around us, we were discussing just how hopeless a place
this would have been for the pilgrims to land. Of course, this is
where they landed first and unfortunately they missed hundreds of B and Bs
and seafood restaurants by just 15 miles or so. Instead, they found
this rather unfriendly, desolate landscape without the slightest sign of
fresh drinking water. (Ignore the bottle next to Melanie's knee please).
So, being the intrepid pilgrims they were, they continued on to Plymouth.
We followed them, with an overnight stop in Hyannis to have a nice dinner.
And look! Here they are. Well, here's their boat. Actually, here is a
replica of their boat, the Mayflower. You'll have to imagine that
there weren't 400 other boats in the harbor when they arrived of course.
We actually didn't spend long here, but we did stop to see that necessary
bit of Americana - the Plymouth Rock. We didn't take a picture because
it was so incredibly dull. Imagine if you will, a rock, about the
size of a flattened compact car with the number 1 6 2 0 engraved into it,
and a large crack down one side. That's pretty much it. Plus
we learned that the pilgrims didn't even engrave it. It wasn't done
until a couple centuries later when someone 'thought' they found the
rock where the pilgrims landed and someone else decided to make a monument.
Later when they decided to move the monument closer to the water they broke
it. (The rock not the water.) So they just cemented it back together.
How romantic. If you're ever in Plymouth, and you stop to see the
rock (which is nearly mandatory) we recommend you then proceed a quarter
mile north along the water to Ocean Spray Cranberry World which
is altogether much more interesting, more thirst quenching, a wee bit tarter
and has more historic documents. (All of which pertain to 18th century