This is the actual rock itself with "1620" carved into it and to lend some perspective I have crouched down in front. Now granted, I have a huge melon for a head, but the rock is tiny. I think that with a really good grip and some stretchy pants, I could lift that thing. The best part is that there are all these pennies that are thrown around it like some kind of weird wishing rock. I just like the idea of people being confused by the fact that they actually chose to stare at a rock and then thinking there must be something more, so they pelt one of our oldest national treasures with pennies and turn it into the equivalent of a mall fountain.
Yes, I was voted most photogenic in high school, why do you ask? My gosh, what is going on here. It's like my own Benjamin Button happening and I've reverted back to my baby hair. Anyway, this was actually after visiting Plymouth, we headed down to the Cape and went to the tip and it was a little windy (hence the Bert and Ernie hairdo). On a side note, what's with highly prized coastline property being inundated with mini golf courses? I guess you go to the beach and suddenly you have a yearning for salt water taffy, bad driftwood art, and mini golf. So that was our Saturday outing, it was fun and hopefully next time we'll get to see something a little more unusual.
Halloween Party
6 years ago



