Monday, February 9, 2015
This is a revisit. For background information, see my previous visit here
We could tell something was happening out here. A construction trailer set up next to the building and the ground was being cleared out..
For half a century these structures stood in a remote corner of the woods, forgotten by nearly everyone who had a part in their existence. Few visitors would ever wander out to see them, in part due to the fact that they're on the wrong side of a fence whose disregard could earn steep penalties. Time wound on while vines slowly crept up the walls and nature worked to reclaim an incongruent monstrosity. This is the kind of place that exists outside of the watch of the general public and everyday life. The hands of time seemed to be the only ones here for many years and this was evident in the quiet stillness found inside. Even the animals didn't seem comfortable venturing inside; the only sounds were faint dripping echoes and leaves shaking in the wind. Like concrete temples they stood watch over the woods and cast an ominous presence therein. It seemed like they had been here and would continue to be here forever. But now their clock has run out and the wrecking ball is transforming them into dust once more. This trip represents probably the last time this location would host any adventurers.
