Ah, it was so lovely to be in a place where we could sleep together in one tiny camper bed comfortably, a small breeze coming in the side windows, and humidity low enough to let towels dry just from the passage of time. But the sky never got very bright and by the time we left the campground it was raining hard enough to require use of the windshield wipers. We drove out to the point of Cape Cod anyway and saw a bit of Provincetown, one of the few places with lots of rainbow flags since we left San Fran. But, there was too much rain to enjoy the beaches at all.
We drove back inland and followed the coastal route northward, still straining to see some ocean through the fog and rain. In Plymouth we stopped and saw Plymouth Rock, not quite an impressive view despite the temple erected around it. Even in the rain there was a crowd gathered around the railing peering down at The Rock. As we approached Boston, we debated a quick tourist view but decided that the weather was a sign to press on, so we found a hotel in Dover, New Hampshire and tucked ourselves in.
