{"id":6524,"date":"2020-11-18T09:02:04","date_gmt":"2020-11-18T17:02:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=6524"},"modified":"2026-11-02T18:11:55","modified_gmt":"2026-11-02T18:11:55","slug":"the-imminent-disappearance-of-a-fort","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/the-imminent-disappearance-of-a-fort\/","title":{"rendered":"The Imminent Disappearance of a Fort"},"content":{"rendered":"<!-- wp:themify-builder\/canvas \/-->\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Foamy waves were whipping in tall and loud. I stood back and watched them assault a driftwood fort I had built six months ago, an unusually long time for the lifespan of a fort on the Oregon Coast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Everything around me was gray and white. Rain sprinkled down. Dead kelp soldiers lay strewn about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Years and years ago I had seen the ocean swallow one of my forts. I had dogs then and we were just off to the side, and then the fort was gone. I liked watching it collapse it vanish into the water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I sat down on a driftlog and waited. I took a couple of photographs. I wished I had a dog with me. I need one. I&#8217;ve got to make it happen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The waves kept coming. They wrapped around the fort. It wouldn&#8217;t be long now and I anticipated the beauty of the destruction, and then of course, starting over the next day. Or not. There might be nothing left except sand.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Foamy waves were whipping in tall and loud. I stood back and watched them assault a driftwood fort I had built six months ago, an unusually long time for the lifespan of a fort on the Oregon Coast. Everything around me was gray and white. Rain sprinkled down. Dead kelp soldiers lay strewn about. Years [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6525,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6,10,12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6524","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-driftwood-forts","category-meditations","category-oregon-beaches","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6524","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6524"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6524\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10319,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6524\/revisions\/10319"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6524"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6524"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6524"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}