Thursday, May 22, 2008

Wolftrap Light



It only took me four hours, three crying spells and five gnawed fingernails to load this photo. Seriously. I actually had no intention of writing about Wolftrap Light today...but the pictures I wanted to load would not do so. I have to save my sanity wherever possible.

My children and I, determined to enjoy a crisp, clear 70-degree, humidity-free day (which occurs around here exactly this often: NEVER except for today), decided to go back to Haven Beach, also known as Old House Woods, also known as the haunted beach.

Never mind that. For reasons unclear to me, and for the first time in history since the Jamestown Settlement, Haven Beach was closed to the public. Closed! On the one perfect day of the year.

Determined not to let this get to me, even though inside I was seething and ready to write to my senator, if only I knew who he was, I said, "That's O.K. We'll just go to Bethel Beach." Right! Bethel Beach.

The drive to Bethel Beach entails I have no idea because I can't tell you how to get to Bethel Beach from the Haunted Beach. In fact, I can't really tell you how to get to Bethel Beach from anywhere because I always forget the one route. Also, many miles of Mathews back roads are involved. Mathews back roads all look the same: long, windy unmarked roads with lots of trees on either side. The end.

What I can tell you is after much hand-wringing in the back seat by my son, who knew darn well his mother did not know where she was going, despite her proclamations to the contrary, we arrived at a public beach. Not Bethel Beach, but one close enough to it.

Now that you're asleep, I can tell you that I have been to this beach before. It is exactly between the haunted beach and Bethel Beach and if you look in the photo above, which looks out onto the Chesapeake Bay, just in the upper right corner is a place known as Wolftrap Light.

Based on how far off track this post has gone, I will save the story about Wolftrap Light for another day. Or, on second thought, realizing there's really not much story left to tell, I will say this: Wolftrap Light is not the stuff you see in the right hand corner, although it is located in the right portion of this picture. Wolftrap Light is a lighthouse so far out into the bay on the right that you cannot see it in this picture, although you can see it from the beach.

Someone recently bought Wolftrap, and I cannot imagine why. It would be just like staying or living on some offshore rig with nothing but deep water and horizon in every possible direction.

Sort of like a wolf caught in a trap. Only the wolf is in the middle of the bay. With no decent food, no drinkable water, nothing to do and no decent internet connection.

Almost like living in Mathews....

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Love your stories.
I get them because of google alerts. Google sends me an alert when my keywords come up. This time it was Chesapeake Bay.
Did you figure out word press on your own?
Ken
Northern Neck between Kilmarnock and Reedville

Chesapeake Bay Woman said...

Anonymous, I'm glad you enjoy my stories...I had no idea such an alert existed, but that's because I rely on my 12-year-old son to teach me these things.

Anyway, it did not take me long to figure out how to start a blog, although as you can see I do not have any bells and whistles because that does require additional skills that I have not tapped into yet. (Read: 12-year-old has not had time to teach me).

I went to www.blogger.com and it tells you how to start a blog. It is super easy and takes just seconds.

I'm glad you're here, please feel free to return and share your experience on the Northern Neck. I visit up there often - used to love the Thai Pot in Kilmarnock before she moved to Williamsburg.

Thanks again.

foolery said...

This is a comment about Wolftrap Light, although I'll get to that in a minute, because what I REALLY want to talk about is the light at that beach, which is what I thought you meant by Wolftrap Light, but it wasn't, but that's okay, because I'm sure you're preparing to light yourself on fire by this point in my rambling comment.

The light makes me want to paint. Not paint as in "pink shutters" paint, but as in Mary Cassatt paint, or Winslow Homer paint. I can't do either of those, but I might be able to paint pink shutters.

Sadly, not really.

I forget what I was originally going to say. :)

Chesapeake Bay Woman said...

Foolery - the sun light these past few days has been incredible. No heat, no humidity. It won't last long.

I do not light myself on fire at long comments, because those are the only ones I know how to leave.

Happy Memorial Day - I'm heading out for a night or two. Should be posting something new today but will save it for Sunday or Monday.

Assuming the pictures will load...now THAT makes me want to light myself on fire!

Mental P Mama said...

lol I feel for you...as soon as the dog comes in here, she can teach me how to use my new scanner. Thanks for the note, and have a nice weekend.

Anonymous said...

I love beaches; particularly Virginia beaches. Have to say the beaches in England are not quite as beautiful. May everyone have a good holiday weekend.

PS. Glad to see you mastered the pics CBW.

Chesapeake Bay Woman said...

mental p - I believe my cat can make better use of my gadgets than I can. It's pitiful.

sam - I can't believe you went back to England. What was wrong with Nelson County? No matter, glad you're reading and good to hear from you. Hope all is well in your neck of the world. Written any poetry lately?

Anonymous said...

I love this lighthouse. I have a painting of it that Langley Deagle painted. I think it is a unique. I don't know either why someone bought it. I think they want to restore it, for a landmark, I guess.

Chesapeake Bay Woman said...

Cats - wolf trap is definitely a unique light house. That's fantastic that you have a L.D. picture of it. Now THAT is unique!

Anonymous said...

I would love to see a picture of that painting of wolf Trap by Langley my email is gleathjr@gmail.com I enjoy seeing his work I have two paintings from him.