It's quite an adventure exploring an abandoned military base with only the vaguest of ideas of exactly how you should go about it. Yet we are determined to explore it completely, so I have come to consider the first two trips as scouting missions. My disappointment in not finding any Reptoids was replaced with dozens of little mysteries we discovered along the way... |
Actually, if we had seen a Reptoid, I would have had a heart attack but that is neither here nor there. As I stated earlier, the amount of vegetation covering the ground there is enormous, it is impassible in many places. At various times we would spot structures through the undergrowth, but there was no even semi reasonable way to reach them. It was around this time, as MM and I were doing our wanderingthat we found in many places quick sand. Not the kind that sucks you right under like in the movies, but sure enough the kind that will kill you if you get caught in a large flat of it. |
The picture on the right was taken as MM and I were crawling for 3/4 of a mile on our hands and knees along a path that started out as looking quite inviting. However, as what seems an unlikely amount of coincidences, we were once again going by the philosophy "There's no way in hell I'm going back the way I came!" |
Nonetheless, we spotted several times buildings through the undergrowth. This is why a more thorough investigation can be carried out in the winter. The ground should at least be hard if not frozen, and the lack of foliage will make navigation much more reasonable. There is also an understandable fear of ticks with the park. The place is infested with them, and there is a Lyme Disease -- |
--epidemic associated with them. In fact during some summers, the incidence of walking through high grass and bushes without adequate protection in the form of clothing, and contracting Lyme Disease is so high that to do so is a fool hardy risk to take. And for the first part of our second trip, we were carefully walking through areas and checking ourselves for ticks. After about 15 minutes of crawling up that foresaken path, neither one of us could care less about ticks. And every so often we would find clearings like this one, only to find ourselves crawling again. But there was something we noticed several times on our journey, silence. Every so often there would not be a sound to be heard anywhere. |
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Camp Hero - Montauk Air Base |
