Plymouth is brimming with tourists, but there is a small town feel. It seemed like the perfect place to offload a scooter and do some exploring.
The keyboard on Robert's computer was behaving in a truly bizarre manner...randomly, it wouldn't type T, U, 3, or Q. I did many diagnostics and finally came up with the highly technical answer...."It's broke". So, first stop in Plymouth was out to Staples to buy a new keyboard and mouse for Robert's computer. How historical can you get???? Back on Grand Fromage, we successfully installed the new keyboard and mouse.
Since we were right next to the Mayflower replica, that was our first serious sightseeing venue. Click here for information on Mayflower 2, the replica, Here is the Wikipedia entry on the Mayflower.
Exploring Mayflower 2 was extremely interesting. There were people in period costumes who were acting out particular characters from the Mayflower in the time period of 1620. There were also docents who were not in period costumes and were not acting out a role. This second group interacted from the current perspective.
Conditions on board Mayflower were pretty unbelievable...at least from the perspective of two people who live very comfortably on a boat for six months a year. There were 102 passengers, plus crew. The passengers, except for rare occasions when invited to come up on the upper deck, spent the entire voyage in the dark lower deck. It was gross.
One of the period characters
Robert walking on the deck
Looking up
Second sightseeing stop was Plymouth Rock. To protect the rock from scavengers, over time a fancy portico has been erected around the rock. To me, it was pretty funny.
The rock
Plimoth Plantation, a living history museum, is a three mile ride out of town. It is divided into two parts, the Indian Wampanoag tribal settlement and a settler village representing life in 1627.
Our first day visit to Plimoth Plantation we went to the Indian settlement of the Wampanoag tribe. The docents in this area are members of either this tribe or of another native American nation. Although they wore native dress, they are not representing historical characters and speak as modern people.The tribal members were extremely interesting and I gained some new perspectives.

On our second day in Plimoth Plantation, we went to the colonial village. In this area, the staff is in period costumes and each plays a character from 1627. It's a lot of fun and extremely interesting.
The path going down to the village
The houses were all constructed in a similar manner, with thatch roofs.
Some of the period characters
We greatly enjoyed Plymouth. In all honesty, however, Mystic, CT was a step above in every way. Mystic Seaport was immaculately clean with exceptionally courteous and friendly staff. Every process, including the purchase of tickets and memberships was efficient. The folks at Plimoth Plantation were pleasant enough, but the processes weren't efficient. In the exhibit area, there were piles of stuff that didn't belong, especially in the tribal area. It didn't seem well maintained. The gardens were weedy. The administration of Mystic Seaport was definitely superior.




Directly in front of us going through the canal was this barge and then the sailboat.
I had no idea that the Cape Cod Canal was such a tourist attraction. On either side of the bank is a paved walking path. It was not surprising that during our transit, many people walked, jogged, roller bladed, biked both sides of the bank. What was surprising was the number of people on both sides of the bank who brought folding chairs to sit and watch boats transverse the canal.



The biggest commercial fleet was across the bay in New Bedford.
We were in Fairhaven one night. On Aug 8, we traveled to Onset, MA. This picturesque town is located right before the Cape Cod Canal. The closer we got to Onset, the more the boat traffic picked up, from weekend runabouts to large commercial boats. The path through the markers leading into the harbor was filled with lobster pots.
The village of Onset couldn't have been in a prettier setting.


Coming into Narragansett Bay on either side of the bay are cliffs with many big, fancy homes and scenic vistas.
On the north side of Narragansett Bay you can see people on a trail going to this small lighthouse. We learned later this is called The Cliff Walk and is extremely popular.
When I took this picture from Grand Fromage, I thought it was one of the mansions. In reality, it is a hotel. Oh well, it looks pretty darn mansionly to me.
Captain Robert and First Mate Glee wear ear phones when docking Grand Fromage. These ear phones enable a safe, sane and quiet docking. We were wearing our ear phones coming up Narragansett Bay. I kept hearing Captain Robert muttering "Holy Moly!", "Oh my gosh!". At first I thought there was a problem, but he assured me that the amazement was over all of the boats in the harbor. Coming in, I was too busy setting ropes and bumpers to take a look. On the way out, I snapped these shots that do not do justice to the impact of the hundreds of boats in the harbor. 
Once we were safely tied up, we went in search of lunch. You have to see Newport to believe it....thousands of people, hundreds of shops...quaintness and beautiful people abound. We did some serious people watching while enjoying an extemely guchi lunch.


Inside the home, this extremely knowledgeable docent explained in great detail the life of the housewife in the 1800's. Her stories were so interesting that we listened and asked questions for quite some time.
To make it living history, the docent was cooking on the hearth. Here she is going to check on the cake and on the cornbread.
The pot on the hook has hot water. The kettle on the left contains the cornbread. The kettle on the right holds the cake. Later on we ran into this docent handing out samples of the cake and cornbread to other docents. She remembered us and gifted us with a couple of pieces of the yummy cornbread.
An example of the lovely gardens in each yard, containing both flowers and herbs. In each backyard was a huge vegetable garden. 




One of the islands outside Mystic Harbor and one of the reasons we didn't want to leave in the fog.
For a short time it seemed that the fog was lifting, but then it came in with a vengence....does fog have vengence? Whatever the case, we couldn't see, plus interestingly enough, we didn't know where we were as the further we got up the sound, the further apart the buoys. When we realized our gps was out, we had fired up a hand held gps. Robert manally entered in the gps co-ordinates into our chartplotter. Now we knew where we were, but it is hard to locate boats and lobster pots when eyes aren't constantly on the water. Suddenly we realized we were right next to the harbor entrance of our day's destination....Stamford, CT. Whew!!!! We entered the harbor and the fog magically lifted.
Clinton, CT was a wonderful town for a dingy ride up the river. It was such a peaceful place with people out enjoying the water.
Osprey parents enjoying an al fresco lunch with the kids.
We enjoyed another New Enland first in Clinton....the all important lobster roll. According to the locals, the Clinton lobster rolls are the best of the best....just lobster chunks, butter and lemon juice. We will attest to the fact that they were delicious. According to reliable sources, too many lobster rolls are constructed like a tunafish salad...minced lobster blended with gobs of mayonaise.
After two nights in Clinton, we had a nice ride to Say Brook, CT, where we spent one night. Here comes the same song, second verse...when we left Say Brook, it was a cloudy, but very clear morning. We get a few miles up Long Island Sound and here comes the fog. This time we have our gps working on our chartplotter so we can track to a waypoint. However, the radar shows boats everywhere so we are trying to match the blips on the radar to boats in the water. We blow our fog horn. We are looking for lobster pots and other boats. We feel confident with our position and our ability to manuever to our next destination. We do not feel confidence in the many small boats who don't have radar and who seem oblivious to the fact that the visibility is 50 feet. To confirm our fears, a little boat comes screaming out of the fog right next to us, going at least 25 mph, followed by another little boat going just as fast. Whoa Nellie!
