I was there for about 30 minutes taking pictures of the inside and outside and of the graves. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to me.
My wife and I were in a shop and the cashier noticed my camera and struck up a conversation about photos. She told me about this place, but she wasn’t totally sure where it was. We had time to kill, so I decided we should drive out and take some pictures. I was there for the picture fodder not for paranormal activity.
Anyway, while researching online trying to figure out where the place was, I did come across one good story from a few years ago. A young couple drove out the gravel road to this place late on night and were sitting in their car waiting for something to happen. They never saw anything, but the lady eventually started to feel really uncomfortable like people were watching her, so they took off. When they got home, there was dust all over the car from the gravel road, and there were hand prints all over the dust.
Not to go too far off thread here but back when I needed some hand prints I created my own from my own. Put my palm down into some really thick black ink and then pressed my palm down onto some clear vivak.
First one I did I was jarred … noticed within the palm print deep in the ink a half face figure calmly staring back at me …as if it were always there and always part of me!
My mom has a new phone with a little better camera. I finally convinced and showed her how to share. Now she is getting a little out of hand. Nothing is sacred. It’s all fun and games when someone takes to long in the port-a-john. Of course I am last in line to pee!!
It’s that time of year in the Adirondacks…Ballooooooons everywhere. Rascally wabbits. Opening day for Adirondack Balloon Fest. My first really extended walking around too.
