Here's Zac, making his presence known at the front gate. He told me that since he was the boy he needed his picture in front of the fort. I'm not quite sure what "being the boy" had to do with it but it was cute just the same. :)
Planning his next course of action....
Me posing with the cannon...Zac directed my every move so as to show off his creative photography skills. Anyhoo, I went to the fort but didn't care to learn any of its history. I just thought it was beautiful....plus I didn't want to learn too much because it kind of freaked me out. I went into this room that was a prison in 1667! Yikes, my hand on the wall was probably resting in the exact place some man's fingernails were digging into the rock....fatigue and hunger knarling his body.
Me looking at all the boats....with very windblown hair. The water was so gorgeous, I forgot how soothing it is to hear the ocean. I guess it's been about 3 years since we last visited a beach.