Ralph Melton (ralphmelton) wrote,
Ralph Melton

New England Roadtrip, July 10, part 2: Mystic, CT

Mystic Seaport comes with a subtitle, so the full name is Mystic Seaport: The Museum of America and the Sea. I had thought that it involved role-players, like Plimoth Plantation, but although it was a recreation of a 19th century seafaring town, and it had people plying historic trades like blacksmithing and cooperage, the craftsmen were not adopting alternate personas. (A side note: the folks plying these trades were among the brawniest museum workers I've encountered. If you find yourself in need of a scholar of a trade who spends a large part of his day hammering, this is a place to seek one.) Unfortunately, it appears I neglected to take pictures of these crafts or of the sea rescue drill

We took a lot of pictures of the exhibit of figureheads. (Click on this photo to see more.)

The tall ships are not that tall, really. They're the size of smaller restaurants, not hotels. But ships this size would go out whaling for weeks or months at a time.

I quite liked the exhibit on how wooden ships were built; I particularly remember the discussion of how the knee of the keel was made from the tops of tree roots. Unfortunately, the museum was about to close, and we had to dash through this.

There was a wedding being set up out by the lighthouse. I wouldn't have chosen that as a site to wear high heels and coiffed hair, but I wasn't one of the bridesmaids.

For a snack, we stopped at the Sea Swirl, a seafood and ice cream shack a few blocks from the ocean.

I took this chance to try southeast Connecticut's distinctive style of clear clam chowder. I don't know that this gives me a basis for judging clear chowder in general, because this was very curious. At the beginning, it tasted like potatoes, and only of potatoes. I stirred it up to make sure it was well mixed; it still tasted just of potatoes. I made sure to try a bit of clam; it tasted like potato. Then, halfway through the cup, the chowder switched to tasting strongly of clam, and even the chunks of potato tasted of clam.

Lori got a tuna melt. Of all the tuna melts we've tried, well, it was one of them. It was entirely ordinary.

From there, we drove down to New Haven.

Up next: Frank Pepe's Pizzeria Napoletana.
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