We went to Plimoth Plantation on the most pleasant day, weather-wise, of the entire trip. The sun was shining but it wasn't too hot.
Mom prepares to battle the other tourists for the attention of the 1627 villagers.

This would be the winter home for the Wampanoag. They call it a 2 fire because there are 2 fire holes in the roof. Why can't all things be named so simply?

The summer home uses reeds that help suck the humidity out of the air. Genius.

The view from the trail connecting the two villages.

This picture is the only proof that my mom and I were actually in Massachusetts together at the same time. We sort of failed and the whole getting pictures taken together thing.

In the 1627 village, I had the chance to try my hand at various tasks. Crushing things.

Tending sheep.

Baking bread.

Napping in a bed way too small for me.

Fighting the enemy (in the church).

Sawing wood.

In trying to keep everything authentic, they concealed the drinking fountain and trash cans in barrels. Hilarious.

We had stuffed quahog and succotash for lunch.

Our view from the lunch table.

Our last main stop of the day was the Mayflower II. Mom poses at the ocean.

I am grateful for airplanes.

After our time in Plymouth, we drove to Cape Cod and then drove up to Woburn. The first Red Sox game of the season was that night, so we ran into insane traffic. Mom was pretty white knuckled and narrowly escaped a fender bender. But, we survived.