There is something magical about abandoned buildings. When I was growing up in the East Bay, my father would often take my brother and I to Point Bonita to explore the old bunkers and gun emplacements. I have very fond memories of climbing through the bars and exploring the spooky cement structures that used to hold artillery and ammunition. I hadn't been to Point Bonita in probably close to 20 years, but somehow I remembered exactly how to get there.
The remainder of the Point Bonita photo set can be found here.