Artillery Hill Bunkers | Port Townsend, Washington

These many years later, when my mind is still, I still think of this place. I see vignettes of the strait and Artillery Hill, my dogs running the beach and paisley faces and voices of friends and love long lost. I've returned to Fort Worden dozens of times, perhaps in some silly quest to glimpse a nostalgic moment in my past. Most of the tunnels and reservoirs are welded shut and park rangers patrol the perimeters, collecting fees and handing out citations. Fields I once played in are now a RV park, filled with elderly time travelers and satellite dish equipped Winnebagos. I suspect the submarine races are still viewed by novice lovers, so maybe things haven't changed so much.

EOS 60D and EF 17-85 4.0-5.6 IS USM