Dozens of civil war era surgical tools are laid out on a rough, wooden table covered in canvas in the Fort Clinch Hospital. They are all different shapes and sizes, each having a specific purpose.
Volunteer Appreciation Dinner
The shoreline where the Atlantic ocean meets the golden sands of Amelia Island stretches out into the distance.
A brown and yellow moth with its suede textured wings lights on delicate rosemary branches. Small drops of dew glisten on the tips of the rosemary.
Looking down on the parade ground of historic Fort Clinch. Tent flies and trucks in the grassy parade ground depict one of the time periods during which the fort was in use. The two story, brick storehouse building stands strong against the blue sky and t
Shady campsites under the oak trees with rustic wooden rails to define their boundaries.
Park staff and volunteers excavate a sea turtle nest that has already hatched to evaluate its productivity. After reaching elbow deep into the nest cavity in the sand, they pile the leathery egg shell fragments to the side to be counted.
A serene walking trail, soft with fallen leaves from the trees, lays itself out before you. The trees and shrubs create a tunnel into the woods as they rise up and over your head.
The winding road leading to historic Fort Clinch is canopied by giant live oak trees that drip with gray spanish moss. The sun filtering through their branches casts speckled shadows on the s-shaped curves of the pavement.
Whitewashed brick walls brighten the magazine containing cannonballs for the many guns in the fort.