As I’ve mentioned before, I enjoyed my recent trip to rural Ohio. There’s something pleasant and peaceful about all that space, covered with forests and ravines, waiting for a demented horror writer to build his Mansion of Misanthropy. With steady Internet access and routine UPS deliveries from Amazon and Alibris, it could easily work.
The woods had plenty of attractions for our visit, everything from rock formations to abandoned bridges. I had a grand time exploring as much as I could.
I’m not sure if there’s a heaven or Valhalla or whatever, but it damned well better have cool old things to find there. None of this hymn-singing crap; I want abandoned buildings and forgotten history, mysteries unplumbed by man.
And no, neither Detroit nor Gary count. It’s not heaven if there are syringes all over the ground.
Where the #@$%^ is the headless horseman! There must be a headless horseman if you’re standing under a covered bridge!