Harboring: Plymouth

We're doing a tour of the harbors in our reading area, and why not lead off with America's home harbor, Plymouth?

Local toughs loiter around the Plymouth waterfront, but they rarely sit on one spot.

Tuna on the roof, you say? Just happen to have one right here...

Nautical themes rule the day, but hot cars will never be bypassed by our photographers.

You take the little boat out to the big boat...

Facing Saquish/Gurnet

The ladder looks more utilitarian with a boat under it, but it's still April.

Our harbor exploration series will be a bit sparse on the oats-bay until the weather warms up.

A real man just drops his boat in the water with a crane thingy, like that man (him) does in 2 minutes... and like this man (me) doesn't know how to do.

We'll be exploring the Plymouth Lobster Trail soon enough, but a bunch of them are around Plymouth Harbor.

In case you haven't noticed, our photographers love clusters of dinghy skiff type boats.

Facing towards Manomet... notice that we have the rotten luck to tour Plymouth Harbor when the Mayflower II is away.

The life preserver from the Easterly led off the article, so we may as well show the whole boat.

Buoy oh buoy do we love primary colors!

Before setting out to sea, a good fisherman checks his radar, his sonar and his faux tuna dolphin wire structure.

Clever drinkers will run up a bar tab on Tails Of The Sea, then skip out on it by jumping over onto the Captain John & Son IV.

There's "waterfront dining," and then there's "fishing boat on the roof waterfront dining." 

The mason was instructed to lay the bricks towards the N/NW.

That's a whale on my roof and  I'm happy to see you.

Your town has a flock of birds... Plymouth has a dock of birds.

I put in the fourth fireplace just in case chicks aren't impressed with three.

Notice that most boats have girl names, i.e. "Andrea Gayle" or "Mary Celeste." Boats look stupid with boy names. No one names their boat "Todd." That has nothing to do with this picture, but that's how the Captioning game works at times, player.

Facing Duxbury...

This includes, historically, 70000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 fish... and, in my case, one doomed jet-ski.

Mamma Mia's will run out and drop pizzas down from the seawall to fishermen, but only for locals. The rest of you have to come up ashore.

Facing Long Beach.... LBC!!

Every good harbor has a sea dog around somewhere, keeping an eye on things.

Plymouth Harbor, we thank you!