Each day is an adventure. 
I’ve sort of been on a mini hiatus.

Plus, I haven’t wanted to post just for the sake of posting.

This past weekend was a journey in and of itself. It’s tough, at times, to piece it all back together- but in a nutshell, I found myself at a bluegrass festival, working with the Local 98 at a Benny Hinn gathering, at open mic checking out a new band called Flatbed Ford, shopping around for longboards, hanging out at what could possibly be the coolest tree I’ve ever, ever seen and somewhere in there I tripped around an abandoned and apparently haunted state mental hospital in Phoenixville called Pennhurst.

31 Flavors of Sara(h) was excited to hike through with me- having been there a few times on her bike, she hadn’t ever gone into any of the buildings.

Understandably so- considering how incredibly heavy the feeling of something there was just lingering in the humid afternoon air.

I’m not much on ghosts and the paranormal, but as we hiked the mile or so up the path into the grounds, we could just feel the presence of some strange energy that isn’t encountered every day. Not so much negative energy- but just really eerie. Heavy.

Considering the place is abandoned, patrolled by the State Police and supposedly haunted, we were surprised when we ran into several other groups of urban adventurers; two computer programmer/photography hobbyists armed with cameras and wrist band GPS units gave us some inside information on the place- and a bit further up the road, we encountered four crusty high school kids out on an adventure of their own.

For some reason, they latched right on to us and we found ourselves now in a party of six.

“There’s safety in numbers” was what we thought- as we all psyched eachother up to enter some of the buildings-

Creepy pretty much sums it up – and after about two hours of creaking floorboards and odd, baritone groans coming from the distance helped our decision to head back to the car and get some lunch-