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New England ’08

Posted by Stu On October - 9 - 2008

Desert of Maine in Freeport.

This year’s trip was actually somewhat planned out beforehand. Planning is, surprisingly, not a bad thing. During all our previous trips, we always somehow missed out on Maine, be it due to bad weather or just unable to find anything of interest to go see. This time around we did a bit of research and found a few unique sites to find, so we made it a point to focus most of the trip on Maine. Recently becoming Dark Tower junkies and having read some of Stephen King’s other works probably had something to do with the sudden interest in Maine too.

One thing I noticed immediately was that living in the Poconos now, the drive was noticeably shorter. I no longer have to go anywhere near New York City or deal with the Parkway or I-95. That was a nice change. On later trips I became more and more reliant on the NY Thruway anyway.

While I had some stuff in Maine picked out, I wanted to find stuff in other states for the drive there and back. While poking around and looking up geocaches, I discovered there was a ghost town in southern New Hampshire I didn’t hear of before – Monson.

Monson was bigger than most ghost towns I’ve seen previously. When the land the town is on was slated for construction, residents bought up some of it to preserve as much of Monson as they could. I read there was a small cemetery there but was unable to find it. All in all, an interesting stop. I was hoping for more than the usual rock walls/foundations deal, but it is what it is.

The Desert of Maine in Freeport was a place I’d been wanting to see for quite some time, so we made sure that was part of the trip. Finding out it had its own campground, we also decided to stay there the first night. This turned out to be somewhat of a perk; we learned campers get to walk the Desert for free. That would have to wait for the next day though, as it was already almost dark. We set up the tent and then drove back into town to check it out a little bit. When we got back to camp, the temperature had dropped quite a bit. It was no surprise we were the only tent campers that night. We would find out in the morning that it went below freezing.
Good thing my sleeping bags kick ass.

So the next morning we walked the Desert, which is actually glacial silt and not sand. There’s a barn from the original farm (whose owners’ poor farming techniques are what caused the topsoil to disappear, revealing the silt underneath) which is now a small museum. Seeing trees half buried in “sand” is cool, but there’s not much else to the place. If you can appreciate a geographical anomaly, check it out. If you don’t like the idea of walking around on and looking at sand for an hour, you probably won’t want to go. I’ve lived by the beach most of my life, so it really wasn’t a big deal. Having trees here and there really killed any notion of it being a desert; it was more like dunes to me.

Freeport and nearby Yarmouth actually had a few points of interest (in the form of roadside oddities), so right after our Desert shindig we had 2 more stops before heading farther north. Just down the road a few miles was the Freeport Big Indian, and as the name implies, he’s a very, very big Indian (Native American, sorry). Not much else to say about him.

And just down the road from that, in Yarmouth, is Eartha, the world’s largest globe. It’s 1:1,000,000 scale, 4 stories, rotates, and revolves. Appropriately, it’s in a map store.

Eartha as seen outside the DeLorme map store. Yes, that’s 3 floors of glass enclosing it.

After all the roadside silliness, it was time to head farther north. First stop was to an allegedly cursed tomb. A strange shape that resembles a boot showed up on Colonel Jonathan Buck’s tombstone. This somehow became the origin of stories about curses and witches. That’s about the gist of it. Pretty much anyone will tell you it’s all crap.

Next up was the Penobscot Narrows Observatory, which sits 420 feet (insert lame ‘getting high’ jokes here) in the air and is actually atop one of the bridge towers.

Not much to say about it; I thought it was neat and had some great panoramic views. If you’re not afraid of heights or feeling the tower shake in the wind, take the ride up.

Right next to it was Fort Knox, which is the only place I’ve ever gone to that actually encourages you to bring a flashlight and explore. I did so gladly.

While it was really similar to other forts I’ve been to, just about all of Knox is accessible.

After spending the whole day in Maine and visiting 6 places, it was time to start heading west to Vermont. For the first time since ’05, we stayed at White Birches in New Hampshire, but since we got there pretty late at night, we got a cabin. And like ’05, we headed up the road to Mr. Pizza again where I had that oh-so wonderful White Mountain mudslide. 3 years was far too long.

The next morning we actually backtracked back to Maine to see a little place I’d wanted to see for years. It’s not a big deal, but it just fits the site’s wandering theme so well. Added bonus – some of the towns mentioned in The Dark Tower are nearby. The towns listed on the World Traveler Sign are all actual nearby towns, by the way.

Finally, on to Vermont for the most unusual cemetery I’ve yet to come across – one for ice cream flavors. It’s no secret Ben & Jerry’s has some peculiar flavors, but sometimes they are a little too peculiar. Some of those low sales stepchildren have wound up ‘buried’ next to the factory, in the aptly named flavor graveyard.

And that was it. We went home.

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New England ’07

Posted by Stu On October - 9 - 2007

Grave with a window in New Haven, VT

Yet another trip that wasn’t finalized until the last minute. This almost turned into a trip to Virginia, actually. We were up way too late, we hadn’t packed yet, we had work early in the morning, and on top of all that I had a book signing afterward. So we did the most logical thing – called out of work. I think they were mad. I didn’t care very much.
We decided we wouldn’t camp our first night since we’d be leaving late due to the signing. I decided to stay somewhere in upstate New York and then head into Vermont to find a few things. We ended up staying in Saratoga Springs, which was pretty crowded. The motel we were supposed to stay at was booked, so we had to find another. Turns out we came up during “College Week” – whatever that is. We managed to find a motel, and it was probably the second worst one I’ve stayed in. The heat was set on one temperature – hell. It was cold outside, but we still had to put the air conditioning on just to sleep. There were flies in the room, and it seemed for every one we killed, another replaced it. There were several dead flies already on the walls, showing we weren’t the only ones with this problem. The entire bathroom floor was sticky. Ew.
The only reason this wasn’t the worst motel I’ve stayed at is because it didn’t have a train running behind it or drunk guys stumbling out of the bushes calling me “sister” (you can read about that in my PA trip). I’m not going to name the motel solely because it was the only place in town with vacancies (and rightfully so), and I would’ve been sleeping in the car otherwise, although this may not have been a bad idea.
…actually, it wasn’t so bad because there was a Stewart’s Shop up the road. Stewart’s Shop’s chocolate milk is pretty much the best chocolate milk ever made. No, I’m not talking about Stewart’s Root Beer or Stewart’s Drive-Ins. Upstate NY has these kickass stores called Stewart’s Shops; seriously, get some chocolate milk if you go to one.

Oh right, this was supposed to be a New England trip. Anyway, we woke up and headed up near Fort Ticonderoga to cross over to Vermont. Our first stop was something I just had to see – a grave with a window. Some say the guy had fear of the dark. Others say he was afraid of being buried alive. At any rate, the grave does have a window in it.
No, you can’t see anything. Creeps.

A few miles north in Burlington, there was a monument I wanted to see – dedicated to a lake monster. That’s right, Champ, America’s Nessie, has a monument dedicated to him/her/it. Being very big into cryptozoology when I was younger, I had to see it. Plus I had never seen Lake Champlain before. We got there and I almost didn’t see the monument, since it’s tiny. It’s maybe 2 feet tall. Maybe. I just figured it would be bigger; I’d say it’s more of a plaque than a monument. I had no idea Champ had a scientific name.

Champ’s monument alongside Lake Champlain

Our final goal for the day was just a few miles south of us now – the Shelburne Museum. I wasn’t sure what to expect; I just knew they had a steamship you could walk around. I was amazed to discover that not only was there a steamship, but there were several random things – including a lighthouse, train station, and a train’s passenger car – in which you’re allowed to roam.

The steamship Ticonderoga at Shelburne Museum

We spent a decent amount of time there, as there’s a lot to see. Afterward we decided to spend the night at one of our favorite campgrounds – Lazy Lions. We came here a few years earlier and loved it. We found out ownership had recently changed hands, but the new ones were just as friendly as the last. I had never rented a cabin before, so I figured I’d try it. This turned out to be a good idea, since it rained overnight.

The next day we headed south to look for a few things in western Massachusetts. The first stop was something I’d always wanted to see – actual dinosaur footprints. A small park along the Connecticut River has several of them right along the riverbed.

Dino footprint in Holyoke, MA

Our next stop actually isn’t on the site yet, since there really isn’t much to say. We read about some sort of abandoned hospital behind a college so we went to check it out. A nature trail with signs warning to keep away from the hospital were as tempting as an apple in the Garden. We came across one building; there were some a good distance as well, but we didn’t know if they were part of the hospital or houses from the road. I took some photos of the building in front of me. There was an opening at the base of it, but there was about a 10 foot drop down and I had no way to get back out, so we just left. I’d like to know what the place was.

I knew nothing about our next destination (and still really don’t). All I knew was that it was a small, seldom visited cemetery, and it was a mile off a backroad off a backroad. It took us a good while to even find the right road, and when we did, we were greeted by the most perilous road we’ve ever driven. Huge rocks and hills forced to park about a third of a mile away from the graveyard (I’m impressed we got as far as we did) and walk. On the way we noticed rows of trees and stone walls – indicating a town or settlement of some sort had to have been here at one time. The cemetery was on our right, with a small stone wall surrounding much of it.

Small cemetery well off the road near Otis, MA

Because we had taken up a lot of time looking for the cemetery, we decided to call it a night and head to dinner. I loves me a Cracker Barrel. The owners of White Birch Campground were very nice to us and let us choose any tent site we wanted…..seeing as we were the only campers there.

The next day we headed to the Quabbin Reservoir to explore the ghost town of Dana. I had read it was a bit of a hike to get to the place, but once I got there I found out it was 1.5 miles. Good thing we got there somewhat early.

Ruins at Dana Common

Along the way we came across several foundations and stone walls. A small marker greets travelers in the center of Dana Common. Ruins can be found all around – houses, the hotel, the church, the fence posts of the cemetery…it was well worth the hike and one of my favorite places I’ve ever visited.

We had some vague directions to an abandoned amusement park somewhere in Rhode Island, but we were pretty beat and that would’ve taken us well out of our way. We decided to save that for a future trip. I thought 6 places was quite enough.
We headed home.

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Maryland Trip/Elopement

Posted by Stu On April - 9 - 2007

Fort Armistead in Baltimore.

We had talked about getting married for a while. She doesn’t like big groups; actually we’re both pretty anti-social. I don’t like tradition. Neither of us are big on religion. We’re also pretty poor. So we agreed on what we felt was probably our best option – running away to Elkton for a few days and getting married at the courthouse.
And I also figured if I’m gonna be down there, I might as well go see stuff.

We knew there was a 2 day waiting period for licenses, so our first stop was the Elkton courthouse. Among the questions asked of us was whether or not we were related. Interesting.

I hadn’t been to Baltimore since I was 9 or so and I remembered really liking the aquarium. Plus I remembered the Inner Harbor area being nice, so that was my first destination. The aquarium was a lot smaller than I remembered, either that or my interest in fish has dwindled. Well to be fair, they do have more than fish. Back then, I spent a whole day there; this time I had seen everything and was quite ready to leave after just 2 hours.
A friend of Annie’s told us about some abandoned bunkers a few months earlier, so I found out how to get to them and was surprised to learn they were also in Baltimore. I wasn’t aware it was a park until we arrived – a very neglected park. Fort Armistead is in very sad shape. There are also lots of rumors and stories about the place, all of which can be found on its page. A park, especially one with military significance, would never be allowed to fall into such bad condition in New Jersey.

My next point of interest was a Civil War battlefield I’d wanted to visit for years. It was halfway across the state though, so we’d have to spend the night out that way. The next morning it was snowing off and on when we arrived at Antietam. We didn’t realize the battlefield was a self-guided car tour. It was nice, but if you have no interest in the Civil War the place is pretty boring. Even if you have an interest it might be boring. I was expecting more, but then again what can you really do with a battlefield? The cemetery at the end was my favorite part; the rest of it’s just statues and monuments.

Union soldier statue in the center of Antietam National Cemetery.

Antietam didn’t take up as much time as I had anticipated, and there was nothing else scheduled for the day, so we slowly meandered back toward Elkton. The next morning I’d be married.

So the next day came and we ate at Cracker Barrel – what I like to call The Last Lunch. We went and got married. Then we did some geocaching downtown and headed for a place which I found out sounded a lot cooler than it really was.

The biggest military gun ever built can be found at the Army Ordnance Museum.

Acres of tanks sounded pretty fun when I first read about the Ordnance Museum, and I liked the idea of hopping into them, which the article said you could do. But when we got there, there were big signs saying “Keep off the vehicles” and half of the tanks weren’t displayed because they were being repaired or kept indoors. So yeah, it was just a lot of tanks that you could look at. Fun if you like tanks I guess. Couple of big guns too. And a bomb.

3 days of war-themed stuff was enough for me. We headed home.

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New Year’s PA Trip

Posted by Stu On January - 9 - 2007

The Pagoda in Reading.

I had just received a decent-sized check from Geico after cancelling my policy with them. We also had a few extra days off from work because of New Year’s. Free money + extra time = trip. We chose eastern PA because there were a few things I had been meaning to see, some for years. Plus I wanted to return to Centralia since my first visit in ’03. Plus we’ve been interested in moving to the Pocono area for some time and wanted to scope out some different towns than the ones we were already looking into.

I was always interested in seeing the pagoda in Reading but never got around to it. I decided to make that the first stop of the trip. We left around 6 and got to Reading probably a bit before 9. I actually attempted to somewhat plan this trip out before we left. I looked up hotels and rates in Reading. According to one website, the Econo Lodge in Reading was only $53 a night. When we arrived, however, I was informed the cheapest room was about 80 bucks. I laughed and walked out. Another nearby hotel wanted $88. I still would like to know why the website had rates for all the hotels in the $50-60 range.
We drove to another nearby town, Temple, and found a motel there. They wanted $65, which at that point I gladly accepted. We were on the way to our room when some dude appeared out of the shadows and tried to bum cigarettes off us. Creeped out a bit, we got in the room, and I quickly learned why this place was so much cheaper than the others – because it sucked. Very much so. This was easily the second worst motel I’ve ever stayed at, and the only reason I say second worst is because there was no writing on the wall. Actually, scratch that…this was the worst, because the one with the writing on the wall didn’t have a train track running behind it. That’s right, we had no idea a major rail line ran just behind the motel, so every half hour or so a train would speed by, horn blaring. The smoke alarm in our room, and I suspect others, was ripped out of the ceiling; in its place was a tissue. There were no controls for the heat, which sucked because it was baseboard, so on top of of trains, we got loud rushing water all night.
We got hungry and decided to get some food in town. After getting some Arby’s, we decided to go to the 24 hour grocery store to get some drinks and snacks for the trip. Upon reaching the register, I saw a bunch of beef jerky. One bag stuck out from the rest….because the jerky was white. I had never seen white jerky before, so I picked it up and examined it….only to find out it was white because it was welllllll past expiration. Crap was growing on it. So I picked up a different brand and left. Getting back to the room, we noticed this bag was expired by a month. I probably could’ve reported that store for selling ass-old jerky. I can’t remember the name though. Oh yeah, on the way out, I saw a flyer on the wall. It had a picture of a dude and it said in really big letters “DO YOU KNOW WHO KILLED ME?” What the hell? Turns out he was murdered nearby not too long ago. Next to him were a ton of pictures of other people who had been killed nearby as well. What a scary area. We left the scary store selling expired food to head back to our scary motel room with scary people hiding in the shadows and maybe slept 2 hours due to the combination of trains, the heating system we had no control over, and just plain fear of our car getting stolen or our room broken into and us getting killed. Or a fire burning the place down because our tissue of a smoke alarm wouldn’t save us.
The only reason I’m not providing the name of the motel is because the lady didn’t charge me tax. Just…don’t stay in Temple.

Did you really read all that? Wow. Anyway, we woke up and headed to the pagoda so we could get out of the area as soon as possible. I was hoping the pagoda would be open. In fact, I purposely picked this particular day because according to the 3 different sets of hours I found on the web, they would be. Well, they were open….just not when I showed up. They opened at noon that day. I was annoyed because I wasn’t waiting around 2 hours. I took my damn photos and left.

Abandoned Deer Lake Drive-In.

Next up was Centralia, sort of the focal point of the entire trip. I lucked out because the road that leads to Centralia also goes right through Reading and Temple, so it was a nice, straight drive up. Annie pointed out an abandoned drive-in on the side of the road, so we quickly romped around and got some pics.

Centralia was pretty much the same Centralia I saw 3½ years prior, except the abandoned highway leading to it was in slightly worse shape. The road is bubbling and cracking more. Not very much anyone can do about it though. The town itself seemed to have fewer smoke vents. I remember the main cemetery had smoke coming out of it my first trip; this time I saw none around it. I also noticed a lot of people checking out the town this time around; I guess it’s become more well known.
Centralia is still one of my favorite places I’ve visited; nothing else is like it.

Abandoned highway leading to Centralia.

We didn’t have anything else planned for the day, so we decided to start heading east again, toward our goal for the next day – Columcille. We ended up staying at The Blakeslee Inn – a very nice place, I may add. I will certainly keep it in mind for future trips. We had dinner at the Blakeslee Diner, which was pretty good. Then we did the whole celebrating New Year’s stuff.
Blakeslee overall was very pleasant. It’s been added to our list of towns we’d move to.

After a much more restful night than the previous, we awoke to find the weather had turned on us. It was raining but not too badly. We decided to continue on with our trip. Columcille wasn’t too far away. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect; I only knew there was Stonehenge-type stuff there.

Thor’s Gate at Columcille.

The rain had let up and was just drizzling when we arrived, which would give me a cool hazy effect in some photos. I was surprised at the size of Columcille and that there was quite a bit to see. I had no idea the place had a chapel, for instance. It’s a very chill place overall. If you’re into the whole Celtic/New Agey thing or just like megaliths, it’s worth a visit. It’s free to visit but donations help keep it running.

That was pretty much it for this semi-vacation. We considered checking out the Manunka Chunk tunnels across the river in Jersey, but we had read they flood easily and figured they’d be flooded at that point in time. So we stopped at the Mt. Bethel Diner (pretty good diner, I dug it) and just headed home. We would not get to Manunka Chunk until a few weeks after the trip.

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New England ’06

Posted by Stu On October - 9 - 2006

Mill wall at Gay City, CT

This trip took a complete 180 the day before we left. I originally planned to do some stuff in Connecticut, then head up to Vermont, and finally end in Salem. In a last minute decision, I figured driving to the top of Vermont would seriously hinder our time and would cost more than I was willing to spend. So we scrapped the things we were going to see in Vermont and looked up places closer to our area of focus.

We were bad and decided to call out of work so we could leave earlier. Other than the typical traffic in NYC and the delays on I-95 in Connecticut, the drive up was alright.

Our first stop of the trip was a ghost town in Connecticut named Gay City. The jokes didn’t stop with this one. I didn’t know much about the town beforehand, and I do have to say I was expecting more. Just your average cellar holes, random stone walls, and mill foundations. One website claimed a graveyard was there, but we couldn’t find it.
We ate at a place called Family Pizza (I’m not sure what town it was in), and they had some oddball stuff there. We got the chicken taco pizza, and it was one of the greatest things I’ve ever had. I’d drive up there again just to eat at that place.
We ended up camping at Lake Williams Campground, and I have to say this is one of our worst camping experiences yet. The site we were given was surrounded on all sides by trailers. Around 1 AM, someone came home (they live in the campground) and was yelling, coughing, etc…then they let their 2 rottweilers out. Then the people on the one side of us came home about 20 minutes later, and they were just as loud…and also had 2 dogs. People a bit up the road were also yelling, speeding through the campground, and peeling their tires out. To make everything even worse, the dead end road we were off had some sort of street light at the end, illuminating our tent all night.
It was awful.
The only good thing I’ll say about this campsite is that there are no fire regulations (no set time to have campfires out).

Anyway, morning came and we hightailed it out of there and headed to Rhode Island. Since Mercy Brown‘s grave was only 10 minutes from our next destination, I decided to swing by there. I was sad to see someone has carved several X’s into her stone since my last visit.

Abandoned cemetery with most of the stones flat on the ground.

The next place, like Gay City, I knew little about. A few websites made it sound like it was a ghost town. All I knew was that it was in or near West Warwick, there was an abandoned cemetery there, and there may or may not be factory ruins. I didn’t even have a name of the place – just coordinates.
We arrived and saw we had to cross a bridge and then hike down a steep hill to get to the graves. Stone walls surrounded the cemetery, and most stones were broken and flat on the ground or just worn down stumps a few inches high. We found no ruins of any kind other than the nearby stone walls. One side of the river was completely blocked off with barbed wire.

A little disappointed, I decided to try and cram the Lizzie Borden House into the day, since it was pretty far from our other stops in Massachusetts. I tried to include the house on previous trips, but we were never close enough to do so. I knew the last tour was at 3 PM, and it was already after 1. We had to make it from the top of Rhode Island to Fall River, MA in about 90 minutes. I also had no idea just where the house was. I had the address, but that does little good in a town I’ve never been to before.
We drove along the water and decided to cross the Narragansett Bay to get to MA. We knew we’d have to cross several bridges to get there. It was the first week of October, so I figured that, much like the shore back home, it’d be dead and we’d have no traffic.
There was so much traffic, we didn’t get out of Rhode Island until about 2:40. We had 20 minutes to get to Fall River and find the house. Since it was on 2nd Street, I figured we’d see it driving down the main road. Can’t really miss numbered streets.

I had to stop at a gas station. The kid said we were just a few blocks from it.
It was now 5 minutes til 3.
Well, in epic movie tradition, we got there exactly at 3 and were just in time. We were also lucky because the previous tour had run a few minutes late. We lucked out even further and were the only ones on the tour. It costs $10 per person and lasts anywhere between a half hour to an hour, depending on the size of the group. Afterward, we went to the nearby cemetery and visited the Borden family plot. I found it funny Lizzie is buried with her parents.

Lizzie Borden’s grave.

Massachusetts doesn’t have very many campgrounds, at least not the eastern half. We searched online for a good hour or so and couldn’t find one (well, we did find one, but they wanted fires out by 10 PM so we said screw ’em). It was pretty late at this point, and we ultimately ended up staying at a hotel in Salem, NH – a town we almost always end up going to on our trips. Maybe it’s a sign.

Clock made out of newspaper at The Paper House.

The next day we headed to Rockport, MA, to visit a silly attraction – a house with its walls, fireplace, and furniture made out of newspaper. It was a pain to find, since the signs in Rockport are near-unnavigable. It was hokey, as I was expecting it to be – but I saw it, darn it. And that’s all that matters.
The entire area was just nice – very picturesque – never seen a place like it before. Too bad it’s for rich people.

Our final stop was a place we hadn’t been to in 3 years – Salem. I know it’s touristy, I know the witch stuff is all mostly nonsense, but there’s something about the town. The museums, the old cemeteries, the tons of stores – it’s just nice to walk around. This time around, they were doing heavy road work, so we ended up parking pretty far away – but at least it was free.

A creepy headstone in Old Burying Point that I somehow missed my first visit.

I was a bit upset to see the place has been dumbed down even more; there were a lot more people this time around as well. The Old Burying Point graveyard now has nighttime candle tours, and the alley in front of it was lined with hot dog and kettle corn stands. It’s not a county fair, people – it’s a cemetery. The small mall in the town center had a ‘psychic fair’ going on. Overall, the place has just become far more tourist friendly (aka adding more stupid stuff to part stupid people with their money). I don’t know if I’ll be going back anytime soon.

And that was that. We were going to camp over another night, but we decided to save some money and chose to just drive home.
Perhaps someday I’ll start planning these things in advance. Or at least where we’ll be staying.

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Adirondack Camping Trip

Posted by Stu On August - 9 - 2006

Blast furnace at the ghost town of Tahawus.

For quite some time I wanted to visit a ghost town in the Adirondacks – Tahawus or Adirondak, depending on who you talked to. Rory, who used to run a now-defunct exploring website, also mentioned a few times he wanted to plan a camping trip to the Adirondacks, with the town being the central focus of it. Well, one day he finally picked a weekend near the end of August. Four of us headed up around 8 AM, and we got there a bit after 2. Our campsite was at Lewey Lake, and it was like its own little paradise. We had to walk down a small hillside path to get to the site, and a stream ran behind it.

I had coordinates for an abandoned cemetery, Hoffman Cemetery. It was a 30-40 minute drive from the campsite to the parking coordinates. From there, we hiked about 10 minutes into the woods to get to this sign:

Also on the way was a wooden bridge, with some of its planks missing.
The cemetery has started to become overgrown. Several of the people interred there were Civil War veterans. A few enormous trees stand guard in the middle.

It was already pretty late into the day when we got back to our cars. We hightailed it to our main goal, Tahawus. That would be about another hour drive.

I was amazed to see a ghost town with buildings still standing; I was so used to the Pines towns with nothing but foundations. The town is pretty much in the middle of nowhere, which is a good thing; there was absolutely no vandalism. None of the houses were safe to enter; all had weak or rotting floors. We noticed some houses were on the other side of the Hudson River, so we walked across it. Well, I initially leapfrogged across, but I walked across on the way back. Rory, after falling on his ass in the water, said screw it, stripped, and took a bath in the river.

We didn’t get back to the campsite until 10:30 or so. The weather began to turn on us. It drizzled, making getting a fire going difficult. We actually turned in pretty early, which is unusual for me. I guess a 6 hour drive, driving all over the place in the mountains, and 2 hikes will do that to you.

The rain began around 6. We learned our new tent had a few small leaks in it, but they weren’t as bad as our tent from the previous New England trip. Luckily, the rain let up just long enough for us to pack up camp. We were supposed to go on a rock climb Rory had planned out, but the rain picked up again, ending our trip a few hours early.

The drive back sucked. It took 7 or 8 hours to get home because traffic would move, then get bumper to bumper for 20 minutes, then pick back up, then stop again, etc., etc., etc……….

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