These photos were taken by a friend of mine last year--we're dressed down, some of us still in eighteenth-century attire, some changed into modern clothes, some of us in between. It was a rainy and unseasonably chilly day in August, so you'll see some eighteenth-century outerwear interspersed in there.
A Continental Marine in a Cubs hat helps a merchant's daughter with the bat. She was one of our younger players.
A shot of the field--quite a motley assortment of us! The green-coated lad is a Continental Marine, winded from running all the way to third. The fellow next to him is wearing a great coat against the cold.
Wooden stakes are used instead of bases. Home plate has a bucket next to it--if the ball is placed in the bucket before the runner reaches home, he or she is out.
What's a game without an announcer? We commandeered the PA system that we use for demonstrations and tacticals.
On occasion we'll play football, too, but that's of course of less historical interest. And only the teenaged and younger adult guys play for the most part--though a few intrepid women will join (I'm sneaky on short passes, myself).