Words cannot begin to describe how much I loved this. I don’t want to become a war re-enactor — I want to become a groupie. They are perfect to photograph, all of them putting on a show. And sulfurous smell of black powder is just what this wet spring morning needed. But boy, like with any national park, there are a lot of rules!
I love this photo. I don’t know whether all those sparks are a malfunction, but it seems like a lot!
Leo getting in on the action.
This guy was great at explaining how the muskets worked. Here he’s showing off his hand-carved tompion (to keep water & dirt out of the barrel).
Waiting for the battle
Grandma Vera didn’t dare let her English accent be heard!
The fog of war. I couldn’t believe how many reenactors there were!
This guy who played Col. Smith was terrific — he liked to glare and point at people.
On their way to the Bloody Angle.