When I first stepped onto the grounds at Fort Ticonderoga, everything was silent. The first thing I noticed was how few people were there - barely anyone stirring as the fort woke up for the day. A couple of soldiers just arrived in the parking lot and walked to the front gates just ahead of me.
At the entry gate, a couple of gift shop workers carried on a conversation. I approached the counter to see if I could get in as one of the teachers participating in the Teacher Institute scheduled to begin later that day.
Finally ready to enter the fort past the the big wooden doors and through the tunnel, I could hear French troops drilling, fifes and drums fifing and drumming, and chickens. A few guests already shuffled along in the gravel, also waking up to a very warm morning that would become a dangerously hot day later.