A major storm making its way up the coast coupled with less then memorable riding and I decided to make my way back to familiar ground.  In the final days of my travel I hope to find unique roads and experiences in northern New England but for now the creature comforts of my sisters home seemed more appealing then slogging it out in the rain.

There was one piece of Americana in the area I felt I needed to see before leaving the area.

Plymouth Rock.

Fabled as the landing place of the Pilgrims I figured it was noteworthy enough to have a look and dropped in on my way back to Boston for a look.

Plymouth Rock, MA

At the Plymouth Rock Memorial, Plymouth, MA

Plymouth Rock memorial

I pushed north up the secondary roads through towns like Cohasset, Hingham and Quincy before getting locked up in traffic south of Boston.  It was here while sitting roadside waiting for the big air cooled engine to find an acceptable operating temperature that I decided the eastern seaboard had run its course.

I eventually made my way to the north shore grabbing a quick bite to eat, a few things to help ease the traffic induced frustration and went to my sisters place.

At the Clam Box in Ipswich, MA

Stopping for supplies in Ipswich, MA

I will spend a few days away from the bike and attend a family event early next week before heading to northern New Hampshire and Maine to look for some back roads to explore.