I don’t know why I am drawn to ruins, but there is something about the impermanence of life that has always been appealing (Sic transit gloria Mundi). Perhaps along with the idea that buried treasure might be nearby. Fort Union was an important frontier outpost along the Santa Fe Trail. I have driven by many times and wanted to stop, but M always said “there’s nothing there”. That was possibly true when he visited as a child many years ago, but I decided that this time I would go and see for myself. And of course I have this love of ruins and forgotten places.
And there it is, lovely adobe ruins. Made from earth, water and sunshine now devolving back into the earth from which they came.
Of course since this now a National Landmark, archaeologists are trying to stabilize and preserve the buildings from further decay. To help us remember the past, which was not always pretty.
The post was entirely adobe, except for this well preserved stone jail. An adobe jail would hold a prisoner for a few hours, you could escape using only a spoon.
The walls have melted away, leaving only the chimneys. And the shapes they have melting into somehow reminder me of the heads on Easter Island.
The hearth that warmed the occupants is all that’s left, a ghost in the wall.
This bit hides a modern sound system. And it sounds bugle calls at the appropriate times, so the spirits of the soldiers can answer the call.