I visited my parents' last week and dragged as many people as I could convince (the three of them can be seen above) up to Natural Bridge, VA, to see Foamhenge, a full-scale replica of Stonehenge in a hillside just down the road from the eponymous bridge (which itself is a bit of a tourist trap) put up by local artist Mark Cline one April Fools Day in 2004. NBC News calls it "one of the most photogenic Stonehenges in the world." I'd wished to also go to another of Cline's creations in the area, but unfortunately Escape from Dinosaur Kingdom (in which Union soldiers find a lost world and weaponize the beasts with unfortunate results for themselves) is currently and indefinitely closed.
But Foamhenge! It was everything I dreamed it would be! But really not more than that. My father is the manager of a church-owned campground and my parents and sister live on the property. In the corner of the camp store I found a six foot walking stick with a deer skull mounted on it, three turkey feet wired and screwed to the skull, covered in cobwebs. Its existence made even creepier by the fact that no one I talked to could tell me where it came from more than "maybe the baptists left it?"
Whatever its origins it was certainly the perfect addition to our excursion into quasidruidity.
And so, ceremonial staff in hand (or shoved between the seats and under my feet in my sister's sedan) we made the trek to Foamhenge to perform whatever it was I was there to perform.
But then a wizard interrupted me and I had to fight him.
Okay, I didn't really fight the wizard. Mark Cline helpfully provides some learning at Foamhenge, presenting two theories on the origins of the original Stonehenge: 1) that ancient people dragged huge rocks hundreds of miles and used wooden apparati to set them upright, or 2) Merlin surfed them right on over.
The Merlin figure's face is kindly provided by a local named Jamie Jordan, whose dying wish was to be immortalized in a Mark Cline work. I think that might be my dying wish, too.
Thanks to the folks that indulged me three hours in a car for twenty minutes on a hill, and to Amy Glass and Ethan Nielsen for taking most of these pictures.