Every Saturday should be a new adventure of some sort. This Saturday we adventured out to King Richard’s Faire in Carver, MA. Half the fun of any adventure is the journey, right? We took the very scenic route, and Gavin has informed me that neither Jenny nor I are ever allowed to “navigate” ever again. In our defense, the signage in MA sucks.
The Faire was a historically inaccurate mis-mash of everything ranging from the Victorian to the Medieval, with very little 16th century England anywhere to be found. It also simply wasn’t as exciting as the other Faires I have been to in St. Louis or Houston.
That aside, we still found plenty to look at, see and do. We watched some jousting, a horrible magic show, some dancers, and a rather amusing comedy act consisting of song and skits. We also purchased a beautiful platter to serve our Turkey on this Thanksgiving (it can also be hung on the wall as an art object). It was made by a local Somerville artist.
The weather was iffy all day. It drizzled on us on the drive to the Faire and threatened to pour on us during the entire duration of our stay. After about three or or four hours wandering around, eating lunch, and partaking in hot chocolate/coffee, fudge and a cookie, we deiced to head out before the crowd (and the rain).
It was still early in the afternoon, so we drove past Plymouth on the way home. We stopped and saw the famous rock where the Pilgrims supposedly rowed ashore in the Mayflower on Dec. 21, 1620. Why it took until 1741 for the location to be identified remains a mystery (I suspect tourism played a role).
Gavin & Kindli & the sign about the Rock
The rock has since been moved around, broken, and rejoined. It lives in a cozy little shelter and attracts many tourists each year. There is also a booming tacky-tourist crap industry that has sprung up in Plymouth. Most of it centers around the Rock, the Pilgrims, Thanksgiving, and lobster themed stuff.
Once that was finished, we piled back into the car and headed back to Quincy for a delightful, and very yummy, dinner at a local Italian restaurant. It was a wonderful end to a rather fun, rather long day.
Also, as a side note, Mike has found an apartment and has now moved out of our Office/Guest Room.
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