On Saturday I had the pleasure of attending the Plymouth Thanksgiving Parade with my friend, Jo-Ann and her daughters. We bundled up and were out the door early in order to get free parking in a lot close to the downtown area. We sat in traffic for a bit and did get detoured around but we managed to park where I wanted and only had a 10 minute walk to the parade route.
We started with a quick visit to Plymouth Rock since Jo-Ann’s girls had never seen it. I think they were rather, umm, underwhelmed.
In any case, we found a spot on the parade route that was directly after the reviewing stand. We eventually realized that this is not the best spot from which to watch a parade as there were a lot of delays. But we still saw plenty of fun parade-type things.
There was the Native American float – the first time they have ever participated in this parade.
And of course the First Thanksgiving float.
There were antique cars.
There were several fife and drum corps.
And a float honoring 100 years of Boy Scouts. I would like to point out the woman you see on the left hand edge of this photo. She stood in the road, blocking everyone’s view, for much of the parade. That kind of behavior is why I don’t generally go to parades – people can be such asshats.
There was a small replica of the Mayflower.
And a certain Civil War reenactor. I don’t have a picture of Dale but you’ve see him in his uniform before. He was, of course, the reason I wanted to go to the parade. It’s nice to have a friendly face in the crowd when you are marching along on a lengthy parade route.
And lengthy it was – this was one of the longest parades I’ve been to in a long time. Now some people would think that’s great, more bang for your buck and all that, but honestly it was just a tad too long.
So we bailed on the parade and got cupcakes. And lunch. And wine. Now that’s what I call a good Saturday afternoon.