Parking in a little lot by a store, we walked downhill to find the Rock. People at the Visitor's Center told us to keep going southeast.
We finally came by a harbor and a lot of sailboats stirred in the lifeless water.
We had to walk a lot before finally coming under a shaded area with a certain structure. A man who looked to be about 23 years old with an-Irish looking beard was talking to a group of people. They were under a pavilion were surrounding something beneath them. They were all peering down at it with interest. There was a railing surrounding the thing down under them too.
I finally excused me, and pardon me in, and then I looked down, with my video camera. I had a great view of a R2D2 sized rock, and on it inscribed 1620. This was the Plymouth Rock.
I would have to say I was disappointed with it. It was kinda small. I was expecting something bigger, but oh well. It was fine for a rock.
The man started to tell about how this was supposed to be the first thing the pilgrims stepped on when they came to Plymouth. It was kept at this beach, and when people tried to move it to the town hall, it broke in the middle. They left one half and took it back to the town hall, and then people were breaking parts off of it to take home. Then they moved it back to the beach, reunited it with its other half, and built this structure around it.
After a while we disembarked back to our car. We drove away from Plymouth, and headed for Bourne. We made our picture on Bourne Ln, and on the "Welcome to Bourne" sign. We then drove through Bourne.
After visiting that nice little suburb, the family and I went back to Peter's Pond. We then got everything ready, and pulled away from Cape Cod. I was sad to say goodbye to the magnificent place. We would be heading for Maine, our first short term goal. What I mean by that is Mom and Dad have always answered questions like,"What direction are you taking?" And they say, "Well, we're headed to Maine."
I honestly didn't know why everyone liked Maine so much. I didn't know anything about it, so I wondered why it was so praised. When we crossed through New Hampshire into Maine, all I saw was road and trees.
Although, when we pulled into a R.V. Park called Bailey's, I saw some beauty.
It happened like this.
We set up camp at Baileys, and Rebecca and I went riding on our bikes. I lost control down a hill, and almost went straight into the water. I didn't though. Stopping quickly, and pulling on the brakes, I ceased to a stop and got off of my bike. My eyes beheld a beautiful sight. There, in front of me, was a calm waterfall and bog rushes on either side, stretching with water all the way to the other side. It was amazing. That, was when, I got impressed with Maine.
Rebecca and I later showed Mom, and she thought it was cool too. Going back home, I listened to local news. Then I went to sleep.
Captain America was an awesome movie,
Andrew.
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