We stayed in Cape Cod at a hotel not too far from the harbor. We decided to take a ferry to Nantucket for the day and spend the night on the mainland.
When we left our hotel, we made sure the doors were locked as we left our electronics in the room, as well as our belongings. It was a safer option than the car... We even discussed this with the manager before leaving for the ferry.
Cape Cod Harbor
The Nantucket is the ferry we spent the afternoon on. We sat on the top deck with a beer (available once you leave port).
We passed many sailboats on our journey out.
The fast ferry will get you to the island in an hour. Our ferry took two+, but was less choppy and better for Jenny as she gets sea sick, even with Dramamine on board.
Almost to Nantucket!
Approaching land.
Preparing to dock.
Tight parking... Good captain.
The welcome committee. They wave. Yes, really.
Nantucket is an old whaling town turned resort.
The streets are original cobblestone. The sidewalks are all brick, settled with time and use and are dangerously disproportionate. The curbs are made out of uneven stone slabs.
The beach.
The harbor.
Feed me! I'll come to you to make it easy.
We decided to splurge for dinner. Lobster.
Clambake.
Whales everywhere.
Mermaids too.
Fun windows.
Architecture tour.
A closer look.
Catholic church. Mass in Spanish @ 0800.
The Library.
The island population in the winter is between four and five thousand. In the summer it jumps to between fifty and seventy-five thousand. Each person who brings their car with them pays at least $190 each way. I'd say at least half of the island was a traffic jam. We left our car at the hotel.
The favorite evening activity is to get ice cream. The line at the ice cream shop was as long as a line for season football tickets.
Nantucket is more for families than it is for adults or lovers.
Even semi's take the ferry over.
Yacht parking.
We took the late ferry back from Nantucket and came upon our hotel room door around midnight. It was unlocked, completely. We opened the door and found nothing out of place. Nothing was stolen or appeared to be moved. Upon checkout, we mentioned something to the desk clerk. As we were getting into our car, the manager came running out and told us we would not leave unsatisfied. Though we told him it wasn't necessary, he credited our night's stay.
We left Cape Cod and headed to Plymouth, Massachusetts.
This shelter houses Plymouth Rock.
Plymouth Rock.
Pilgrim fountain.
Native American statue. This man's job was to help welcome the pilgrims...
What we call Thanksgiving.
William Bradford. Founder and Govenor of Plymouth.
We are now heading northwest, currently in New York. Where the wind blows, nobody knows.
I suppose we'll find out by sunset.
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