Cute Towns & Our First Freakin’ Parking Ticket!

Church & scaffolding. Newburyport, MA

Church & scaffolding. Newburyport, MA

Day 54   August 2      part 1

Newburyport (I still keep calling it Newportbury) was a great little town. Quintessential New England.

We rolled into town in the late morning, to find a fabulous street festival taking place. The local fire department was out in the street, collecting money for some charity, there were a couple of bands playing on two stages, there were food booths, and all kinds of vendors selling their wares on the sidewalks.

Street festival. Town square.

We sampled everything from the local art, to the local seafood chowder, the local lobster & scallop cakes, and the local gelato. This was a fun place, and beautiful too!

Saw some nice artwork at the local art association.

Saw some nice artwork at the local art association.

Newburyport, NH

Newburyport, MA

Newburyport, NH

Newburyport, MA

Newburyport, NH

Newburyport, MA

Not sure if this was a gym for women or for men. Newburyport, NH

Not sure if this was a gym for women or for men. Newburyport, MA

Newburyport, NH

Newburyport, MA

Newburyport, MA

Newburyport, MA

Newburyport, MA

Made a stop here for gelato. Newburyport, MA

Newburyport, NH

Newburyport, MA

Mark thought it’d be fun to open up a B&B in Newburyport. In order to deal with customer complaints that we’d inevitably have, we’d install a complaint box in the lobby. But instead of the complaints landing inside the box, they’d land inside a shredder that would be hidden inside the box! Brilliant! That would ensure a hassle-free business experience for us, for sure!

When we left Newburyport, we took a quick spin through nearby Plum Island, and then headed north.

Plum Island

Plum Island

We crossed into New Hampshire at Seabrook, but, once again, I missed the “Welcome” sign, so, no picture.

The next stop was Portsmouth, New Hampshire, another beautiful New England town. Much bigger than Newburyport, but equally as fun and beautiful, we spent a couple hours walking around, taking photos, and getting a parking ticket.

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Parking was hard to come by in Portsmouth, so when we found a large parking space, we snagged it. The space was metered, and was only for 15 minute parking. We thought we were so clever when we fed the meter, and walked around for 1/2 hour, and returned to the RV, and did NOT have a ticket. We felt so clever, that we fed the meter again, and walked around for another 45 minutes. Only this time,when we returned, we had a ticket. With the damage done, we just kept walking around town.

Eventually, it was time to leave. We had a very important place to be, and we were supposed to be there around 6:00pm. So much more to do and see in Portsmouth, but that would all have to wait for another visit in time.

Plymouth Rock….All A Lie!

Morning walk around the campground. Just south of Plymouth, MA

Morning walk around the campground. Just south of Plymouth, MA

Morning walk around the campground. Just south of Plymouth, MA

Morning walk around the campground. Just south of Plymouth, MA

Day 52        July 31

We were very excited to go to Plymouth today to see Plymouth Rock….the first place that the Pilgrims landed in America. And so, it was with great disappointment that we found Plymouth Rock to be, #1, quite small, #2, locked up in prison-like confinement, and #3, apparently part of the Great American Hoax.

The actual rock. Plymouth Rock.

The actual rock. Plymouth Rock.

The actual rock. Plymouth Rock.

The actual rock. Plymouth Rock.

Most people know about the supposed first steps on the moon…Neil Armstrong, and all that…”One small step for man, one giant step for mankind.” (or something like that). I say “supposed” because, according to some conspiracy theorists,  there’s still some question as to whether or not we really landed on the moon.

Well, it ends up that there’s no mention of Plymouth Rock in any of the historical documents, and that the statement that the Pilgrims had landed there, was uttered 100 years after the fact, in some speech.

The big deception...

The big deception…

200 years later, the myth is born.

200 years later, the myth is born.

So it seems that the whole Plymouth Rock story is totally fabricated. Which doesn’t explain why the folks of Plymouth, Massachusetts have gone to such great lengths over the years to move, repair, and protect behind walls and bars, Plymouth Rock.

All this, and, we still enjoyed ourselves, and took lots of pics of the rock!

We took a stroll around the waterfront, and around the town of Plymouth…all very quaint and beautiful. We found Leyden Street too….the oldest street in the US.

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Cool music shop in Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Our little snippet of American history complete, we then took off on a mission to find a new guitar for me, to replace the guitar that was broken in two by the fine workmen at Airstream.

I was so lucky to find a gem of a music store, about 20 minutes from Plymouth. Tucked away in a little strip mall, was Music Unlimited. Turned out to be a fabulous shop, with all kinds of beautiful Taylors and Martins.

But, I was focused on finding a really cheap guitar. And I did. I bought a 3/4 size Ibanez, for $100. Sounds ok, weird to play since it’s 3/4 size, doesn’t completely hold it’s tuning. It’s upside…it was only $100, and because it’s small, I can play it while standing in the aisle of the Space Shuttle!! The hoedown is on!!!

The day's finale....another fine feast at our campground.

The day’s finale….another fine feast at our campground.

Will I, Or Will I Not, Eat A Sandwich In Sandwich?

Old church that's now a private residence. Sandwich, MA

Old church that’s now a private residence. Sandwich, MA

Day 51   July 30

The day before, we’d explored the northern part of Cape Cod, so today, we ventured more southerly, toward South Dennis. Maybe because my “The Most Scenic Drives in America” book was set aside due to it’s state of self-destruction, or maybe because there didn’t seem to be too much to see in this area, we just did a drive-through, stopping only for a picnic lunch in a little park-like area.

South Dennis. Picnic lunch and a dog walk.

South Dennis. Picnic lunch and a dog walk.

The view at lunch time in South Dennis

The view at lunch time in South Dennis

As we drove around, I once again noticed the same metric ton of little graveyards everywhere, followed closely behind in numbers by pizza joints, ice cream stands, and Dunkin Donuts shops.

On our way out of Cape Cod, we spent some time in Sandwich. I really wanted to eat a sandwich in Sandwich, but it was late in the afternoon and almost every place was closed already. So we just walked around and took pics in this beautiful small town.

Sandwich, MA

Sandwich, MA

Sandwich, MA

Sandwich, MA

Sandwich, MA

Sandwich, MA

Really? Well, who hasn't?! Sandwich, MA

Really? Well, who hasn’t?! Sandwich, MA

Sandwich, MA

Sandwich, MA

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The next stop on our road trip would be Indian Head Resort Campground, just south of Plymouth, Massachusetts. We wouldn’t go into Plymouth until the morning, but, in honor of the Pilgrims, we had a traditional Pilgrim dinner of chips, salsa, sausage, and beer, and we played music around the campfire.

Docked for the night, outside of Plymouth, MA

Docked for the night, outside of Plymouth, MA