I hope in last picture you were able to pick out Flea's little ears as she watched the sunrise. The historic Plymouth Rock is surprising. Its a large boulder sitting in the sand, right on the beach next to the sidewalk. I thought it was a large rock out cropping, a beacon for those landing there. Its not. And even worse its been cut in half and sent to the county fair, trod upon, and at one point there was even a chisel left for those visiting to chip off a souvenir to take home.