Plymouth Pebble

After our Boston adventures, we headed back to the hotel, checked out, and got on the road to Plymouth. It took over 2 hours to get there - we were caught in the weekend rush of beach-goers on their way out to Cape Cod. Luckily, Jake slept for a good portion of the trip.

Plymouth is a charming little town. We basically got there in time to check into the John Carver Inn, get a little something to eat, clean ourselves up, and walk down to the Harbor for the wedding rehearsal dinner cruise.

On the way to the boat, we passed Plymouth Rock. Yep, THE Plymouth Rock, which the locals lovingly call "Plymouth Pebble," because it's so small. Over the years, so many people have chipped away pieces of it and worn it down by touching it that it's actually just the size of a small boulder now. And it's now sheltered from weather and out of arm's reach.

It was a three-hour paddle boat cruise with Texas BBQ. Odd fare for New England, but it was a good time. The hosts had very thoughtfully put together little gift bags for the kids that attended the event.