November 22, 2014 was a rather chilly day for going outside. The autumn skies were a pale blue with an overcast that had been drifting for days. The leaves had already turned and were beginning to settle for a long winter. Megan, and few other friends and I had thrown an ugly Christmas sweater party the night before and decided to make it a sleepover. Once we had woken up and retrieved our hot breakfast and warm coats, we stepped into the cool, fall morning air. The plan was to finally show my friends an old girl scout camp that was shut down in the early 1900s. The camp was pretty successful at first, but sadly shut down due to the drowning of a young 13 year old girl who had been swimming in a lake nearby. All of my friends found it extremely fascinating so we decided to take a look around the abandoned campground.
We trotted our way down to the cabin and stomped on small twigs and crunchy red leaves. The cabin …show more content…
After giving the pile of old tree limbs she was pointing at a good second stare I saw it. There was a roof slightly sticking up from a mass of brush. I had lived right up the hill from this location for 9 years and had been down to the camp dozens of times, but never have I ever noticed this small roof that was roughly 100 meters away from the camp. We sprinted on through the scraggly brush, being pulled back on by plenty of branches and jumping over small creeks. Tumbling, jerking, and fleeing was pulling everyone back, but yet was pushing everyone forward. We stopped dead in our tracks after what felt like hours of sprinting and adjusted to the spontaneous sight that was in front of us, sending my eyes into