Fort Stevens

Growing up, we spent almost every weekend, and a few weeks during the summer, camping. I have so many memories of riding our bikes from the Fort Stevens Campground to Battery Russel or Fort Merriweather. Hiding in the cold, dark barracks. Spending that days going wherever we wanted.

You don't really appreciate the history of places like these when you're young. And then things change. Sometimes for the better, sometimes not.

The place was still cold, damp and dark. But the history was much more alive. And Jamie had never been there, so we stopped to look at as much as we could.

I don't remember climbing all these stairs when I was young. But, maybe they weren't so painful at 12 years old.

Even though it's spelled wrong, it's says "Jaime was here". Jamie didn't even notice that when he stuck his face in the window (2nd from left).