Thursday, May 19, 2011

my heart is at the bottom of a well

camping in Willowemoc forrest, NY. It was creepy and foggy and mysterious and there were bears prowling about everywhere. Thousands of bears maybe. Just lurking outside the fog, waiting to pounce...




the lake looked like a precipice. you wouldn't know you'd reached the shore until your feet got wet. it was glorious.



out of the fog emerged beartown. an abandoned campground in the middle of nowhere. as we approached a large shadow, it turned out to be a cabin, then others appeared behind it an we explored them. the ones still standing held only rusting mattress frames. creepy to the max for sure tho... 


the river styx












ole shootin' sign