I'm really not sure how to jump into this. So: This is Foamhenge and it's pretty much what it says on the box. A henge. Made of foam. It sits happily in Natural Bridge, Virginia on a windy hillside, pretending to be Stonehenge, complete with MERLIN CASTING A SPELL.
The first time I ever heard about Foamhenge was a year or so ago and Patrick and I planned to take a day trip to see it. Because FOAMHENGE. How could we not? We'd already seen Stonehenge, so this seemed the totally natural next step in our world travels. Then as it turned out, we could very much choose the "not" since it was a several-hours trip from Richmond, and gas prices didn't make the trip seem appealing. Now, however, we're a mere half hour-ish away from this unnatural wonder, and so we figured...FOAMHENGE DAY.
America! I throw up my hands and shrug!
I feel like the MST3K team watching Manos: The Hands of Fate when I look at this and all I can say is Foamhenge! Yes it's....Foamhenge! I give you....Foamhenge.
Dear friends: HAVE I CONVINCED YOU TO COME VISIT ME NOOOOW? Foamhenge, y'all. Foamhenge.