He points out a window, across the creek toward a thin strip of marsh, beyond which the open Chesapeake rolls to the horizon. One body, many parts . Earlier, on the ride over to Rhodes Point in the golf cart, Edmund had stomped on the brakes, pulled off the road and photographed a heron. He told me that sometimes at night, on his walks around town, he passes the Ewell church and stops for a moment, thinking about his favorite stained-glass window there. It pictures a large fortress clinging to a spire of rock.
Massive waves thunder into the cliffs, and foam nearly reaches the stronghold.
Then he steered the golf cart back on the road, heading, as always, for high ground. To purchase a copy of the May 2001 issue, click here . Originally published in the May 2001 issue of Smithsonian . All rights reserved. All rights reserved.