Typical summer days. We spend a lot of time at Fort Preble in the summer, post bagels, walking the breakwater to the lighthouse and back, and playing on the earthworks and dilapidated ramparts.

Lots of nooks and crannies to explore at the old fort.

The lush green mounds of the ramparts recall the shire, and the girls crawl all over them pretending to be hobbits.

The adults get into the act as well, enjoying hearty food and drink like hobbits.

Or, we might fire up the poor man's smoker: