This is inside the fur warehouse at the Historic Park. This is only a fraction of the amount of furs that would have been here when this was a working fort.
Later that night David and I watched the fireworks from our balcony. When you live in the North, it doesn't get dark at Solstice until after 11pm, so that's when the fireworks start. We happened to be already awake, because my little girl doesn't like to go to bed until midnight.