Continuing on through my list of prospects on a Fall Sunday, I came to this place. The door was kicked open, inviting me to look inside, but as I did, I realized there would be nothing to step on, as the floor had all but disappeared. Going anywhere inside would prove unlikely.
I set out on a beautiful fall day to work through a list of about 15 prospects that I had noticed on Google Earth. This house was not one of them. While it was close to one of them, I somehow missed it.
We were out for a drive on a beautiful fall day. We stopped to take Max for a walk and as we were about to leave, I noticed a disused driveway and thought I'd take a little peek to see what was there. Here's what I found.
So my driving companion (pictured below, waiting patiently in the truck) and I were on our way back from a fairly substantial drive when I spotted this place on the side of the highway. It's rather unique, as abandoned houses go, in terms of its shape and layout.
The presence of a Roman Catholic mission church in this location begins in 1884 with construction of the original 28' x 38' structure. This church burned down on April 1, 1948.
This was my first exploration with one of my coworkers.
We had set out one day last week to check this place out, but there were others around and we didn't like the look of things. So, on this beautiful, sunny day, we set out to finally get a look inside. We weren't disappointed.
The Skylark Drive In, in its original incarnation, opened in the 1950's, and closed in 1982 and lay unused.
This was, perhaps, the most interesting of the several houses I explored that day. So many different rooms Strange openings from one into another. All so fascinating.
Like many houses this old, and this size, there were two stairways to the second floor. This was useful since the main stairway was blocked by collapsed ceiling. The back stairs, however, were manageable if you remembered the lessons of earlier that day. Stay light, stay nimble, don't let too much of your weight rest anywhere for too long.
Another fairly typical old farmhouse in rural Ontario. Nothing particularly special about it. Nothing that would call you from any distance. Pulling up beside this one, I honestly didn't expect a great deal. Something about it, however, just had charisma, charm.
*Special thanks to Kim for making me aware of this place.
Several large turkey vultures took off from the roof as I approached the old house. They didn't seem terribly concerned about my presence, but left as though doing so was simply the polite thing to do under the circumstances. When I entered the house, certain sounds indicated they did not represent the only wildlife making use of this discarded shelter.