The camp was all packed, and we left early in the day. I'm not sure what highway we were driving on, but we went through a handful of hidden historical mountain towns. The buildings looked two hundred years old, and many were abandoned. We must've taken the scenic route because the drive was breathtaking. That being said, we were in the car for hours, and our next location was way out of the way. Pulling up to the next resort, we were approached by a fat curmudgeon of a man on a golf cart. He was very territorial and aggressive, claiming we'd be dragged out by the police, who patrol the building ten times a day. I think he was full of shit, and wasn't afraid of him. However, with a group of six, and the burden of photo equipment it seemed unlikely we'd make it in unseen. The grounds were neatly groomed, and all roads were busy with locals. I huffed and puffed, but eventually we came to terms with the unfavorable circumstances. We kissed it goodbye, and promised it we'd be back soon.
Our back up plan was to visit a beautiful castle like asylum in New York on the way home. Luckily the sun hadn't begun to set, and the property was clear. After a quick sweep of the area from the roof tops, we resumed our photo shoot in some patient rooms. Layers of a different colored paint caked the walls, and were crumbling decorously. With a reflector, Mary pointed the sun directly at Jessie and I, who were modeling the Rust & Sky, and To Dye For velvet leotards against the chipping walls. Awesome; we land the money shot, and couldn't be happier! Finishing up, Jessie and I change out of our leotards back into our exploring garb. Not before a man dressed in a cop-like outfit approached us from behind, scaring us half to death, and grabbing a glimpse at the family jewels. You're welcome dude.
Our photo shoot was at an end, but Mary was all fired up and shot nice candids of us scanning the rooms. I fell in love with the old skeleton key holes screwed into the doors, and removed many of them for future necklaces. Inside the building, we pose for a group shot before crawling out of a window onto a roof and concluding our trip with more ridiculous shots. Josh hung off a roof above us, and most of us made unpleasant faces to capture just how unruly, and amazingly mature we are. Just as the sun set we hiked back through the woods to our cars, and hugged farewell. It's always a bittersweet finale, because we hate to say goodbye, but we're all so ready to just get home and shower off all the fun. This is the good shit.