May 04 2011
Strolling
As I mentioned, it was a nice walk to the eye doctor’s office. Here’s what I saw along the way:
Small town sign. It reminded me of a hand-written note I once saw on the door of a shop in Bar Harbor: “Open when I’m ready. Closed when I’ve had enough.”
The only remaining vestige of the “Fort” part of Fort Bragg. The town was named after one of the Confederacy’s most inept generals, Braxton Bragg, just like the North Carolina Fort Bragg. My Fort Bragg was founded in 1857, so it predates the Civil War, but it certainly makes me wonder why on earth two towns on opposite ends of the country were named for a man best known for his bad temper and incompetence. Go figure.
The fort was created to “contain unrest between the native Indians and newly arrived settlers to the area”, according to a brochure I got at the jobette. The “native Indians” were sent to a reservation inland, and the fort was disbanded in 1864, near the end of the Civil War. This one remaining building used to be the commissary. Now it’s our local congressman’s office.
Tattered glory near the old fort building:
Spring blossoms:
Someone’s ready to go home:
