It' s not all glorious as a gun mount, but absolutely thrilling for me just the same.
Could it get any better?!
Traversing on a foot of moss is way different than feet hitting pavement or gravel.
Oh look, it's A1518.
And footings!
In comprehendingly comforting rows.
The moss so cold footprints evident a day later. Also bear prints. Lots of bears. I also did not realize how many bears till I got off trail. At one point on one of my return trips I found a trail to take. I didn't have a lot of choice, it was steep up and a stream down, so I kept on it. It kinda looked human, but it had that bear trail look. I was being very verbal, and then finally came to accept that indeed I was on a bear trail. My next move was over a blind hill. I got to the top, and lo and behold had a bear bed in my face! Minus the bear. I was ultimately really close to the human trail. I can imagine the Coasties wondering who is that loud cussing woman. Amazing how just 100 feet can make so much a difference, between the human kingdom and primal wilderness.
I try to take the old roads to find the remnants of structures.
But often the flat roads have become waterways.
Wonder what this sign said?
I know what this one is.
like I could stay away? To walk the same hallway. Amazing.
That note is original.
Linoleum!
Still don't know about the doors - blast, fire, or gas or all three?
mount and one of the corresponding magazines
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