Monday, June 28, 2010

evening walk on the beach

In defence of Plymouth Rock, I guess it was once bigger. They used to let people chip away at it, and take a piece home. I also learned the pilgrims really went to Provincetown (on the end of Cape Cod) first, but ended up in Plymouth, because the conditions were too harsh in P-Town.

Went for an evening stroll on White Horse Beach....

Here is the legend behind White Horse Beach:

White Horse Beach was named for an incident in 1778. Local legend says that a young woman named Helen met her death after riding a white horse into the surf one August night either as a suicide or while, searching for her lover, Roland Doane. His ship, the privateer General Arnold, had gone aground and broken up in Plymouth Bay. She had nursed him back to health, but her father, a doctor, disapproved and had run the sailor off his land. Helen's ghost reportedly sometimes appears on the granite boulder called White Horse Rock.

Here is the rock (the big one in the water), we didn't see Helen's ghost.

8 comments:

LauraK said...

Such a pretty place! I bet that is so much fun vacationing with your pups :)

Sam said...

Looks pretty, quiet and serene. I bet you, your other half, and the dogs really like it. :)

Priscilla said...

Beautiful pictures and the beach looks so good too.

Misty and Oreo look so happy there too.

Thanks for telling us the legend about the White Horse Beach.

By the way, the header is beautiful!

AC said...

Beautiful beach. I love when places have stories behind them like that.

You have me itching for a beach getaway =)

madcobug said...

Misty and Oreo look really happy. Thanks for the legend behind White Horse Beach. That is a big rock. To bad that you didn't see her ghost, maybe it could be seen at night.
Love your header picture. Those Hydrangeas are gorgeous. Thanks for your comment in my blog. Helen

Ricky the Sheltie said...

Such a beautiful place! Wish we were there with you!

Nicki said...

Looks lovely!

Kathy said...

That is so pretty! Just looking at the pictures makes me feel peaceful. Can you imagine they used to let people chip away at the plymouth rock? woowza, what were they thinking?