Play Mystic for me

It was still drizzly when we got up this morning but it tapered off and the weather was tolerable.  We drove from the elbow to the underarm of the cape and stopped for a walk in Yarmouth, which was honoring fallen fire fighters day.

We walked through a residential neighborhood to the ocean and walked a short distance along a beach.

We saw some type of black bird—my guess is a cormorant.

We then stopped for a great lunch at Betsy’s Diner.

  
My sandwich special came with a cup of really good clam chowder and what surely was jello brand chocolate pudding.  Such nostalgia.

We continued south along the coast to New Bedford, where we stopped for the whaling museum.

New Bedford was the center of the commercial whaling industry at the turn of the century and the museum is really informative and well-presented.  They even included a section on the subsistence bowhead whaling done in the Barrow area and mentioned a member of the politically prominent Brower family from that area.

The museum has a replica of a whaling ship at half size—very cool in a Hornblower sort of way.

The scenery along the coast as we drove from New Bedford to Newport, Rhode Island, and beyond, was really interesting.

There is a lot of maritime history here and it made me think of my dad.  We saw a big naval ship in the harbor.  He would really have loved this area.  We followed the coast until we reached Mystic, Connecticut.

183 miles; Seaport Campground, Old Mystic, Connecticutt; N 41°24.024’  W 71°57.628’