Ferry and cruise ships sparkle in the sound!
Oh, Fort Casey! How many hundreds of hours I've spent chasing through these bunkers with my brother, sister, mom, both fathers I was blessed with, grandparents, church friends, school friends... always a wonderful and sentimental place to visit.
I've been to the White Cliffs of Dover and these remind me of them. It's funny, because as the boat approached England, I flashed on all those afternoons I'd spent at Fort Casey as a child. Now, as I revisit Fort Casey, I remember visiting England and Ireland. If it's possible to channel my deceased Newfoundland relatives who were sea captains and whaling widows, it would happen while I am here, leaning over these cliffs.
Driftwood on the beach.
Daryl in profile in a bunker.
The Olympic Mountain Range sparkles in the distance!
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