Everyone takes Sunday off here at Ft. Glenn, so we did too. We went for a walk to explore a bit.
We walked to a old broken down Hanger, that had been used during the War. It is completely in ruins. It make Josh contemplate on how there really is not anything that man builds that lasts. Some things last better than others of course, but ultimately things eventually fall dawn. It must have been an impressive structure once. It would have been very big, able to hold many planes.
We continued our walk. We could see the old landing strip. Lonnie has worked on it a bit, so a plane could potentially do an emergency landing on it.
We walked to the beach, then walked along the sand, looking for things to beach comb. There wasn't too much. The beach was washed bare from the waves.
On the way back, we looked in some old army quonsets. They were full of cow bones. The cows must go in them to die. Apparently when the volcano erupted in 2008, many of the cattle here perished in the aftermath, as the grass was all covered in volcanic ash, and the streams clogged with it.
We covered about 6 miles in total.
In the afternoon, after we got back, some of the guys were herding the wild horses. There was a colt with them. That was nice to see. They put them in a pen, and are trying to break the colt.
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