Brandywine Creek 2010
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w_i_rThis? Was one of the hottest field events I've attended. 92F plus 50% humidity on Saturday. Killer heat.
There were half a dozen that passed out on the field from the heat. That I know of. Really scary stuff. Truthfully? The public be damned and the site be damned. I don't care if they want their entertainment. There really should be a cutoff when the temps get this high. I guess the counter argument is that people need to know their own limits and not push past them, but that doesn't always work due to various sources of peer pressure, etc.
Be that as it may. The event happened.
We spent the day hauling big ass field guns up and down the field. The biggest problem? The damn cavalry. They dart about all over the place and you really have to make sure they see the signal that the gun is hot. Plus of course, ROAD APPLES EVERYWHERE. God.
Also? Spruce beer takes like Pinesol. :P
This is our speaking trumpet. And believe me, it gets used. Mostly to yell at cavalry (dragoons).
Some of the handy dandy knotwork that adorns the handle my sword. Being a maritime unit, even the non-officers can carry swords.
This is one of the lovely ladies of the Continental Line Artillery Battalion -- "Little Helen"
This is "Marie". She belongs to Proctor's Pennsylvania Artillery.
These folks are called "Progressive" reenactors. They don't use tents or any convenience items. They just lay their blanket on the ground and call it home.
I swear these guys had the right idea!
I have no idea why this picture is in here except to say that it is a shot of my hat with worthless colonial script in the hatband. Especially worthless as it was issued by the colony of New Jersey. XD
That big dirt mound in the distance is what is called a 'camp kitchen'. It is a ginormous communal oven made from .... dirt. It's actually pretty cool to use and is very much how they cooked on campaign.
And of course there is our fair lady of the artillery ..... Defiance.
There were half a dozen that passed out on the field from the heat. That I know of. Really scary stuff. Truthfully? The public be damned and the site be damned. I don't care if they want their entertainment. There really should be a cutoff when the temps get this high. I guess the counter argument is that people need to know their own limits and not push past them, but that doesn't always work due to various sources of peer pressure, etc.
Be that as it may. The event happened.
We spent the day hauling big ass field guns up and down the field. The biggest problem? The damn cavalry. They dart about all over the place and you really have to make sure they see the signal that the gun is hot. Plus of course, ROAD APPLES EVERYWHERE. God.
Also? Spruce beer takes like Pinesol. :P
This is our speaking trumpet. And believe me, it gets used. Mostly to yell at cavalry (dragoons).
Some of the handy dandy knotwork that adorns the handle my sword. Being a maritime unit, even the non-officers can carry swords.
This is one of the lovely ladies of the Continental Line Artillery Battalion -- "Little Helen"
This is "Marie". She belongs to Proctor's Pennsylvania Artillery.
These folks are called "Progressive" reenactors. They don't use tents or any convenience items. They just lay their blanket on the ground and call it home.
I swear these guys had the right idea!
I have no idea why this picture is in here except to say that it is a shot of my hat with worthless colonial script in the hatband. Especially worthless as it was issued by the colony of New Jersey. XD
That big dirt mound in the distance is what is called a 'camp kitchen'. It is a ginormous communal oven made from .... dirt. It's actually pretty cool to use and is very much how they cooked on campaign.
And of course there is our fair lady of the artillery ..... Defiance.