Once upon a time, Chesapeake Bay Woman needed photos of the New Point Lighthouse, commissioned by Thomas Jefferson two centuries ago--give or take some decades. But even though her camera was solidly perched on the railing at the New Point Lighthouse Observation Deck, her shaky zoom lens could only produce blurry pictures. And this was not good.
Chesapeake Bay Woman grew increasingly frustrated, because she could see a stretch of golden sand right there across a vast expanse of
For emphasis, she'd like to repeat that there was nothing but swamp, marsh and heavy vegetation between where she stood and that pristine piece of sandy heaven she so desperately sought.
Packing up her
Earlier driving in she noticed a path leading down to
And now we have arrived at the accelerated, abbreviated, mathematical part of this story. The extended version would fill
Here's the equation:
1 Chesapeake Bay Woman, saturated with adrenaline, who needs closer proximity to the lighthouse because she doesn't know how to work her camera
1 Unknown, very narrow path with 8-foot high reeds and swamp mud on either side
1 heavy dose of standing water, mud, briars and fallen trees
0 Knowledge of where the path lead
1 sincere conviction that it went to golden sand and a perfect vantage point for photographing the lighthouse
1 Bit of common sense
15,003 Inches of rain this week in a place that is already below sea level most days
1 tombstone, an old one, lying on a tree stump right next to the path
1 Near heart attack, and more and more difficulty making it through the mud and rising water
3 more tombstones ensconced in briars, barely visible from the so-called "path"
1 Recollection of someone telling me about a haunted cemetery except this could not possibly be the same one ...or could it?
1 About face and a sprint out of there that would have broken the sound barrier, if not for the fact that her tennis shoes were soaking wet and she was up to her ankles in mud, plus her ears were being pierced by briars.
0 decent shots of the lighthouse. Still.
p.s. Come back tomorrow for a picture of one of the unexpected tombstones and a much shorter post.