Danvers to Yarmouth

Easy day. Great driving (well, for me, riding) weather - no really bright sun, not much wind, no rain. There wasn’t even much traffic south on 93 until we turned off onto 3 to visit Plymouth. The Rock was cool and the ranger giving the talk was very enthusiastic and entertaining. The Mayflower II was not in port, like much around this area, she’s not due back until after Memorial Day. (On a personal note - I never thought about how little happens in New England before Memorial Day!!)  We didn’t stay in Plymouth as the sky clouded up and we were a bit fearful of the impending storm and wanted to get to the condo before we got wet. Just look at the sky and tell me we were wrong!

We did stumble on this very nifty church in Plymouth, but did not stop to ask why they had 3 llamas penned in their front garden.

Blogging note: My iPad is not cooperating with the keyboard, so until I figure out a solution the text will appear in my posts followed by the pictures.

The bumper-to-bumper traffic bound off-Cape was an awakening for Barbara about traffic to Logan when we leave. We’re mutually agreed on a very, very early start.

Having no firm plans for our Cape Cod visit, we spent the remainder of the afternoon reading pamphlets and maps and planning. I really like our marsh view and the accompanying bird song. Our balcony has a posted note; “Please do not feed the geese.”