Monday, July 6, 2009

Fort Ross Fourth

Fort Ross State Historic Park has been a favorite destination of our family for decades. It is a restored fort from the early 1800's, when California was not yet a state in the Union, and for a while the Russians had an outpost in Northern California for fishing and trapping and growing food. You can see lots more photos and read about the history of Fort Ross online.

I loved the place from our first discovery of it when the children were small. A historic association holds yearly re-enactment days that are great fun, but just visiting on our own was relaxing and renewing, at least in the summer, when the sun would break through the fog and you could smell the ocean and the baking grasses at the same time, and imagine the people of long ago.

After I joined the Orthodox Church, I was delighted to learn that our diocese has permission to use the chapel at the fort twice a year, including on the 4th of July. We worship in the morning and have a picnic afterward when the sun usually comes out. There is plenty of time to get back home in the evening for Vespers and maybe fireworks later on. I've made the pilgrimage three times now, and my pictures here are collected from all the visits.

It's a short walk from the parking lot to the actual fort enclosure. The photo at right is looking across the field from the chapel.

The church building as restored is small, and sometimes we let the whole of it serve as the altar, with the congregation and the choir standing outside and the priests and deacons coming in and out frequently as they pray and serve Communion.

This year we all squeezed into the chapel, which is very intimate. I couldn't get a good picture because of that window, but I am posting a bad one just to give an idea of the atmosphere. Very thin idea, indeed, as there is only the one visual dimension, and no conveyance at all to the other senses.

After the liturgy, the clergy and many others made the trek to the cemetery to sing a short service for the ones buried there. Others of us waited within the walls of the fort for their return.

The bishop brought a picnic lunch, too.

We waved plenty of flags to show our thankful allegiance to the nation whose birthday we were celebrating, at a fort now owned by Americans.

One year N. brought his hammered dulcimer and treated us to music at the picnic.

After lunch, K. and I took a walk down to the lovely cove below the fort.

One young parishoner and his mother had found treasures in nearby tidepools.

When we got back, the history talk by the park ranger was still going on. It leads up to instruction in loading and firing the cannons.

My favorite priest is getting ready to load the cannon.

A blue study of guys waiting for the explosion.

Bang! Poof! No cannonball was shot--only gunpowder.

The majority of California's state parks are likely to be closed because of the deep debt our state is in. If that happens, our Fort Ross pilgrimages may become a fragrant memory, and something to hope for in the more distant future.


Mark said...

Hi Gretchen. I enjoyed this post. It brought back memories of a school overnight fieldtrip we participated in. We were lucky enough to draw the guard shift from 3 to 4 a.m. and enjoyed watching one of the fathers eat raw limpets on the beach the following morning. Recently read a story of old California of when General Vallejo entertained a Russian princess from Fort Ross.

Jeannette said...

The cove was sporting wonderful colors. I'm glad to got to walk cove before you begin your exercise in patience for healing.

Amanda said...

Your picture of the three guys in blue is amazing. They are such a disparate group!

Left-Handed Housewife said...

I loved the three guys in blue picture, too. Wonderful photos all over this post. Thanks for sharing!


Pom Pom said...

Wow! Fascinating! Thank you for those wonderful images!
I'm sorry that my comment button is hard to use. I wonder if you choose anonymous from the drop down menu, if it will let you post. Hmmm. I'll know it's you! I'm going to subscribe to your posts. I so enjoyed the pilgrimage. I'm glad you read my prayer for you, friend!