Old Fort Western… part 2.

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This isn’t a large historic site by any means.

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But here’s a peak at the inside of the building.

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The store.

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Our guide, in the kitchen.

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And no, that isn’t poop. It’s rolled tobacco.

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Since our guide was rather long winded we ran out of time before we were able to explore upstairs …

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And they were literally locking the gates while we were still roaming around.

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Stockades.

I’m thinking of installing a set in our backyard… to be employed when the husband gets the urge to attend a rummage sale.

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The fort.

The end.

Anticlimactic, I know. But I didn’t want to spend the night there so we had to beat feet and leave.

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16 thoughts on “Old Fort Western… part 2.”

  1. I’m not sure society’s abandonment of the stockades was a good thing. Sometimes a the threat of public shame and humiliation can stop someone from making a poor decision, rendering jail unnecessary. We should at least bring a few back and see, no?

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