Ruins

In a previous post I talked about exploring abandoned places. This week we've come across another fascinating example, sitting at the edge of Grays Harbor in Aberdeen, Washington. Reached, as is often the case, through what looked at the start like a deer trail, it opens to a wide clearing in the trees. 

Spread out inside it are bricks, hundreds of bricks, maybe more. Some still bearing the name of their maker. I wonder how long ago it was standing. When was it built? Men once lay each of these bricks down on its bed of mortar. Someone made even the bricks. In our age of centenarians, have men lived to build, then witness the final deterioration of their work? 

 Because of the objects we found in the ruins, I believe this to be a house, but I can't be sure. We found a purse, and this hammer, which was slightly amusing in all this destruction.

 Sadly we also found syringes and caps scattered around, and other evidence of squatting. This is infuriating, as children would love this place. What kid doesn't love finding places like this for forts? The unfairness of a child contracting illness from being poked is extreme, not to mention the dangers if someone is there.

There are individuals locally who go to sites like these with the correct equipment to remove all the dangerous materials. This is a very noble and a worthwhile endeavor to my mind. Even with the disturbing aspects, this is one of my favorite abandoned places.

On our way in we spotted this hair brained contraption, a piece of wheel barrow that had been ineffectually tied to a chunk of shopping cart. Ahh, modern anthropology.

If you would like to see more pictures, you can find them here, including a few in color!