Plymouth Rock

With Plymouth just a hop, skip and jump away from Salem, we had to stop by and take a peek at that famous rock. Raymond was quick to remind that the whole story of Plymouth Rock is probably a myth, but whatever. It’s a symbol of the origins of our country and I wanted to see it.

It was a pretty big letdown though.

The rock is housed in a monument and visitors look down through a grate as the rock is washed by the tide. The monument itself is fine, but sadly the beach within the grate was horrifying. It was full of cigarette butts and trash – including a pair of boxer shorts! I mean, really? I took photos, but I won’t post them. Even the postcards of the rock had cigarette butts in the photo. I was disgusted.

Fortunately, Plimoth Plantation was more of a success. Plimoth Plantation is a Smithsonian Institute affiliate program with recreations of a 17th century Wampanoag homesite and English village. Add to that a lovely waterfront lunch and yet another rocky beach to explore, and our day in Plymouth can be called a success.


2 responses to “Plymouth Rock

  1. Wow. How could Americans let Plymoth Rock get like that? Seriously. How embarassing for a national symbol. Love the tatoo on the Native American guy– did it say “Mom” or have something totally out of context on it?

    • Jennifer, I’m right there with you about the rock. I was totally disappointed.

      The Wampanoag interpreters were all actual Wampanoag Indians, but unlike the English interpreters they presented themselves as modern day people, so really I hardly noticed the tattoo at the time!

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