By this point in our Boston stop, we were pretty tired. We slept in again, then after lunch decided to drive south to see Plymouth, Massachusetts.
So we drove an hour south, parked the car, and got out to see... a rock. Yes, a rock. Plymouth Rock, to be exact. But a rock, nonetheless. This completely confused the younger two boys who couldn't understand why we would drive so far to see a rock. (Sometimes you just have to force the issue, ya know?)
I took the opportunity to serenade my kids with the song I learned in elementary school:
The year 1620 the Pilgrims came over,
The good ship Mayflower brought them 'cross the sea.
They landed at Plymouth Rock, then built up their houses,
At harvest time they started our Thanksgiving Day.
(They LOVE IT when I sing to them - okay, well, not really.)
The rock is enshrined in a Greek revival shelter. Around the corner is a replica of the Mayflower, but we didn't pay the admission price to go onto it. (It was expensive!) My 15yo son bought some Vermont maple syrup at the gift shop, then we were pretty much done.
So after about an hour of looking at the rock and ship, we piled back into the car and drove back home again. So now we can say "been there, done that".
I wonder what the Pilgrims would think of Plymouth these days?