While we are accustomed to seeing endless, symmetrical casemates trailing off into the distance in a straight line, Fort Macomb had its main firepower arrayed in an arc facing the Chef Menteur Pass, which gives us this new experience: The sexy curve! Right about at this point, I started hearing noises. As far as I knew I had the fort to myself, but I heard a rhythmic, liquid whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, almost like someone was using a plunger in a toilet...and voices! I wasn't particularly afeared for my person, but I really didn't want to be discovered in this place. I crept forward on soft kittycat feet to find...(go to the next page please)...