Puerto Rico: El Morro
One of the two big protective forts of the fortified city of Old San Juan, El Morro guarded the entrance to the sea. It's formidable even now -- I can only imagine what it must have been like to be on a boat for three months, or forming on the lawn outside its doors, thinking to yourself "...we're about to attack...that?"
View from the Lighthouse
Shrapnel still embedded in the wall of the oldest section of the tower, from the last time the fort was attacked.
The guns of El Morro were so big that they laid metal tracks in a semi circle underneath them so they could be moved more quickly. This is where two of the half-moon tracks cross over each other... I thought the texture was cool.
I took this picture because it amuses me. See... Sir William Frances Drake is a direct relative of mine -- he's a however-many-greats-it-is grandfather on my mother's father's side. And George Clifford is my father's name. So...one ancestor tried to take the fort and failed, and the one guy who did actually take the fort is somebody my father is apparently named for.
Teehee. This was me, being sneaky.
More El Morro, and more of me being sneaky, here
View from the Lighthouse
Shrapnel still embedded in the wall of the oldest section of the tower, from the last time the fort was attacked.
The guns of El Morro were so big that they laid metal tracks in a semi circle underneath them so they could be moved more quickly. This is where two of the half-moon tracks cross over each other... I thought the texture was cool.
I took this picture because it amuses me. See... Sir William Frances Drake is a direct relative of mine -- he's a however-many-greats-it-is grandfather on my mother's father's side. And George Clifford is my father's name. So...one ancestor tried to take the fort and failed, and the one guy who did actually take the fort is somebody my father is apparently named for.
Teehee. This was me, being sneaky.
More El Morro, and more of me being sneaky, here