North Beached
I wanted to just throw a beach chair on the sand, jump in crystal clear water, snorkel, sit on the beach chair...
Nope, welcome to Assateague, a sandbar on the edge of the world.
10-15 mph winds... gusting to gale force with nothing but the van to stop them. Camping neighbors cleverly tied a tarp to their picnic table to serve as temporary windbreak for tent. I finagled van into place to sort of be a windbreak and never opened more than one door at a time (wind tunnel = all of van's contents blowing to Florida).
Ground Blizzard of Sand. Impossible to sit on beach chair on beach because... sandstorm and I Am Not A Camel.
Nope, welcome to Assateague, a sandbar on the edge of the world.
10-15 mph winds... gusting to gale force with nothing but the van to stop them. Camping neighbors cleverly tied a tarp to their picnic table to serve as temporary windbreak for tent. I finagled van into place to sort of be a windbreak and never opened more than one door at a time (wind tunnel = all of van's contents blowing to Florida).
Ground Blizzard of Sand. Impossible to sit on beach chair on beach because... sandstorm and I Am Not A Camel.
Also hard to do photoshoot because Breyer horses kept getting blown over. And all of the equine transportation system had to be stood upon while wrangling camera and trying not to get sand and salt spray in camera. Why won't my camera focus now...
Also tent flapped for two days... you have no idea how loud a flapping tent in gale force winds is.
Also good thing I was only person in tent because I had to angle bed so flapping tent did not flap on my face. Where are the wild horses? Oh, they fled inland to avoid the wind. 
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Toothless got washed out by wave.
%^**!! Not the quiet beaches of the Chesapeake Bay. Real surf. Crappy awful surf. 
Did not pack bike: lots of roads to ride on and places to pull bike over but not car. So... bike. I didn't have one.
Would have been exciting... in the wind. Just spread cloak and sail downwind... Path to beach is a slightly lower piece of a sand dune... about the consistency of fresh deep snow... or all those dunes people are staggering through in desert films... 
Neighbor asked if I wanted help to launch kayak. (bwaaaa haaaaaaaaaa haaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa) (phone rings: "Can you come pick me up in the Bahamas, cause I blew there...")
Brought firewood (compressed sawdust, ash borer free, TSC, $3.50). And marshmallows. Managed to light fire. “If there are any to see I at least am revealed to them. I have written Gandalf is here in signs that all can read from Rivendell to the mouths of Anduin.” Assateague is never what you expect. I have hiked it, kayaked it, swam it, dived it, snorkelled it, given blood to the vampiric hordes of flying macroinvertebrates. It is not the Bahamas. it is a Hero Journey of Epic Proportions... ...or at least a slightly odd photoshoot. |
The various Legolas action figures are from Toy Biz's Lord of the Rings collection. Shot from various angles, his face actually has different expressions. The Traditional sized Breyers are to scale, if the horses they are riding are big ones. This grulla is Smokey the Cowpony (whose broken tail I replaced with some epoxy putty and real horsehair). 1981-1985, sculpted by Chris Hess. The site is A-loop in the Maryland State Park. The tent sites are right behind the dunes. The beer is Flying Dog's oyster stout "Pearl Necklace". Beer is not allowed in Maryland state parks... unless you're an Elf.
More Toy Biz LOTR figures and traditional sized Breyers. Gandalf's n"Shadowfax is Breyer's Fighting Stallion who has been in production since 1961, in a wide variety of colors, sculpted by Chris Hess. This matte alabaster version was done between 1965 and 1985. He's yellowed a bit over time. The black horse with the Elven warrior is Breyer's Black Stallion (also a Chris Hess sculpture