My Woodly adventures
Well, I'm on my way home today. Thought I might pop back into Ottawa since I have an exam tomorrow. I must say it's been exceptionally relaxing and I got a phenomenal amount of studying in. But I have to tell you guys about yesterday!
I went for a walk with my daddy, and as usual we somehow ended up trekking through trees and brush (which is really pretty with the snow). We managed to track down the 4 wild turkeys that live around that area. (apparently there were five..but something happened to one of them...probably off playing with Bambi's mother)
So anyway, that wasn't the exciting part! lol. Right where the birds were was this little cabin thing no bigger then most people's bedroom. But it was so creepy and cool at the same time! It looked like it was out of a movie! It resembled some crackhouse squatter's room. Well in actuality it had two very small rooms, a third room about a meter wide, and a porch.
Of course this prompted my dad and myself to go investigate. Entering through the giant hole in the wall, the first thing you step on is broken glass, it really does sound like in the movies-crinkly. Looking in the rooms are the two dirtiest mattresses you'll ever see. The lime green paint is doing an insane job at peeling, and there's garbage and broken dishes everywhere! There's rusted out pots and clothes and everything you could imagine. The screens on the windows are all torn, it was great. It really looked like a stereotypical rundown, filthy drug house (minus the drugs, but I didn't have the urge to go digging).
I don't know why I found this of great interest but maybe next time I come up I'll take some pictures. It just seemed like this little shack out in the middle of nowhere had such a story. It was on a waterfront, and with the porch it looked like at one point it started off as perhaps lakeside guest quarters...but I just find it fascinating how it got turned into the dump it is now.
Okay...now that you all think I'm nuts going scrounging into ppl's old places...er..let me just reiterate that I am sane, I no longer practice cannibalism, I only pay homage to Satan twice a year and I am a proud member of the conservative party...okay that last one was a lie, Harper's a tool.
I went for a walk with my daddy, and as usual we somehow ended up trekking through trees and brush (which is really pretty with the snow). We managed to track down the 4 wild turkeys that live around that area. (apparently there were five..but something happened to one of them...probably off playing with Bambi's mother)
So anyway, that wasn't the exciting part! lol. Right where the birds were was this little cabin thing no bigger then most people's bedroom. But it was so creepy and cool at the same time! It looked like it was out of a movie! It resembled some crackhouse squatter's room. Well in actuality it had two very small rooms, a third room about a meter wide, and a porch.
Of course this prompted my dad and myself to go investigate. Entering through the giant hole in the wall, the first thing you step on is broken glass, it really does sound like in the movies-crinkly. Looking in the rooms are the two dirtiest mattresses you'll ever see. The lime green paint is doing an insane job at peeling, and there's garbage and broken dishes everywhere! There's rusted out pots and clothes and everything you could imagine. The screens on the windows are all torn, it was great. It really looked like a stereotypical rundown, filthy drug house (minus the drugs, but I didn't have the urge to go digging).
I don't know why I found this of great interest but maybe next time I come up I'll take some pictures. It just seemed like this little shack out in the middle of nowhere had such a story. It was on a waterfront, and with the porch it looked like at one point it started off as perhaps lakeside guest quarters...but I just find it fascinating how it got turned into the dump it is now.
Okay...now that you all think I'm nuts going scrounging into ppl's old places...er..let me just reiterate that I am sane, I no longer practice cannibalism, I only pay homage to Satan twice a year and I am a proud member of the conservative party...okay that last one was a lie, Harper's a tool.
Katie needed a life at 9:07 a.m.
7 Comments:
That sounds like quite the adventure! Maybe you should look up the legal records to see if anyone has claim over the "crakc house." If not you could make a project out of cleaning it up and making it into your own lakeside house!
Harper may be a tool, but paul martin signed the checks during the sponsorship scandal. You think he'd start asking questions seeing as he wasted about 100 million of taxper dollars.
Cheers
*crack house
*tax payer
I smell a conservative...noooo Neil noooo.
Im voting liberals because I enjoy freedom!
Yes Dave! See Neil? Dave is cool.
Don't go to the dark side!
lol...politics. :S
Katie, that is sooo cool! I have a deserted cabin full of old broken stuff (and God knows what else) near my cottage lot too! And, there is this creepy old, stone well to go along with it. ('The Ring'. :O) lol.
When I am feeling dangerous, I like to go explore it.
No way, you have a well too! No fair! See at least SOMEONE understands the coolness of abandoned places.
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