In times of far off battles, and epic movies of heroic times, we forget how much our own borders were changed during World War II. We were a country running scared, and we feared an enemy coming from the sea. Pearl Harbor shocked us, and as a country we were not willing to let that happen again. So we began building and watching, and digging in. On the headlands surrounding the entrance to San Francisco Bay, the bunkers and gun emplacements were put in to protect our naval assets as they were being built up. South of Klamath,  on the California North Coast a secret radar listening post was built and disguised as a harmless farm house.
This week I had the chance to explore another outpost along the north-west corner of the United States. The bunkers of concrete and steel are all that is left behind of what was formerly Ft. Hayden. Sixteen inch cannons stood watch over the Strait of Juan de Fuca. Men lost to history, but works of their labor remains under the encroaching forest

On the mountainside of Striped Peak, another gun emplacement backed up the bigger guns with a set of six inch cannons. Hidden rooms of equipment and living quarters lie underground, What is now blocked now by steel welded doors,  once held our grandfathers or uncles as they stood watch over the waters.

No, this isn't the story I was going to write, but I am having trouble finding WHERE I filed them, so stand by.

That's much better. Anyway, I finally got the chance to hike the lower Table Rock. Cool, huh