Just up Route 11 from one of the great tourist traps of Virginia(Natural Bridge) tucked away off a dirt road is another one of the great tourist traps of Virginia: Foamhenge.
Foamhenge is a replica of the World Heritage Site Stonehenge…except it’s not a world heritage site, and it’s not made of stone, and it’s surrounded by mountains. Really, it’s not at all like Stonehenge. Lauren and I are suckers for the roadside attraction, and this is one called out to us like a bunch of rocks arranged for ritualistic human sacrifice calls out to Neolithic priests looking to impress some red witches.
So if you want Foamhenge in your backyard, guess what…it’s yours. The owner is willing give away the foam blocks, provided you pay for shipping and repairs. That, my friends, is a deal. I’d take it, but something tells me we don’t have room in our tiny Capitol Hill backyard. Also, I’m not entirely convinced that the foam blocks match the historically protected architecture of our neighborhood. If you’re a big fan of the Summer solstice, this is your chance. You can bring Foamhenge home, line everything up, install it, and then wait for the solstice to tap a keg at dawn and dance around a pile of burning coaches in the nude.
Foamhenge has only been around since 2004 as an April Fools’ Day prank, which begs the question: maybe the original Stonehenge was also an April Fools’ prank. The whole thing was probably concocted by some Neolithic drunks who had just crawled out of cave with a plan to mess with archeologists five millennia down the road. Just think, in the year 7500 AD some future civilization could be dissecting your front yard trying to determine what the hell these pieces of foam are supposed to mean. It’s the gift that just keeps on giving.
So, please. Save Foamhenge. And if you do, call me. I’ll fill you in on the secret summer solstice rituals that you’ll have to perform.