Pilgrim’s Progress at Plymouth Colony

After my last couple adventures, I could really use a nice, quaint visit somewhere simple. That’s why I took off to the famous Plymouth Colony.

Walking around this place felt like stepping into a time machine. We’ve all heard about those places where people dress in period costume and talk like medieval folks probably did: “Oh, m’lady, this bodkin sure doth vex me so!”

Well, Plymouth Colony is not quite that bad but it’s almost the same thing. Right when I arrived, I saw a couple people walking around in period costume. Which period? I had to do a little research to find out. It turns out, the Plymouth Bay Colony was settled by Captain John Smith in 1621, when he arrived at the New World.

It used to be as big as most of southern Massachussetts. How about that? No wonder, then, that I saw people in triangle hats and simple dresses, aprons and bonnets walking around. They were dressed like early American Puritains.

Now, it’s important to notice that the early Pilgrims were fleeing England so they could worship whatever religion they wanted. So their faith was really important. That’s why, strolling through the historic Plymouth Colony district of Plymouth, Massachussetts, I heard so many church bells peeling. It sounded rather nice. It also sounded like there’d be no crazy mad scientist waiting behind the next turn, eager to jump out at me.

Life in early Plymouth Colony was rough. In fact, that first winter of 1621, so many people died that the colony felt doomed. It wasn’t until spring came and then the first harvest the next fall, that the Pilgrims could celebrate their survival. They had a huge dinner and ate food inspired by the local Indians. The first Thanksgiving!

To commemorate their struggles, I went down to the local Pilgrim’s Progress sandwich shop and ordered myself… what else? A turkey sandwich with stuffing and cranberry sauce on the side!

I finished up my trip by going down to the waterfront where the Mayflower first landed to see a famous piece of stone: Plymouth Rock. This marker apparently rests where Captain John Smith first set foot on American soil. And boy, am I glad I set foot here! No more volcanoes for me for a while. Maybe I’ll stay in lovely New England and celebrate the spring thaw after a hard winter.