When I moved out east in March, a snowy  hike to Raymondskill Falls in the Delaware Water Gap was a stunning (and surprising) introduction to some of the beautiful parks of the Northeast. 

This area remains one of my favorite places out here and when my little sister flew into town from South Dakota, I was happy to bring her here and explore new areas I'd never seen before. The Delaware Water Gap spans the border of New Jersey and Pennsylvania where the Delaware River cuts between a large ridge of the Appalachian Mountains. As we drove deeper into the park, we came across an amazing abandoned farm that might have been the highlight of the trip. Upon recommendation of our Airbnb host, we also did the easy short loop hike in George Childs State Park that crisscrosses over and along a series of waterfalls.



Florist extraodinaire and fellow greenhouse enthusiast Christina of flores del sol tipped me off towards an amazing overgrown abandoned gem in Summit, New Jersey. Hidden by overgrowth and trees behind some townhomes and across a creek, the creaking skeletal remains of "Carl's Greenhouse" remains. At dusk in the beginning of August, we were fending off massive spiders, hornets and the heebie jeebies, but it was totally worth even being rescued from having stepped in a bees nest to see the crumbling, cracking remains of the greenhouse. 

My affinity for abandoned spaces is inexplicable but always a huge draw in my explorations and hikes and occasional trespassing. There is something immensely spooky and special about tip toeing through these spaces, not even speaking a word, just hearing things crack and creek beneath your feet. The floors were littered with old plastic potting containers and broken glass from panes that had fallen from above. After seeing netting filled with broken glass above our heads I shivered at the thought of a gust of wind trembling this place and it was a humbling reminder of how stupid wandering abandoned spaces can be. 


For the first time since I moved to Texas and then out east, I flew back home to Colorado to spend time with my family, watch my little sister graduate, and remember what altitude feels like. My first day back was spent tracking down the abandoned "Supertramp" bus dumped by the miners outside of Nederland. My father and I found this gutted bus two winters ago at the trail head of Mud Lake when we were cross country skiing around Caribou Ranch Open Space. Each time I see this bus I am compelled to rewatch Into the Wild. These shots were taken on my aunt's Canon T50 on Fuji Superia 200. 

The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun...
— Christopher McCandless


Texas is a mecca of abandoned and dilapidated houses, granaries, old government military sites, churches, schools, and farms. Even during the short six months I lived in San Antonio, my tresxploring partner Corey Leamon and I found some of the most amazing places. On this day, we found ourselves underneath the old abandoned Lone Star pool and then into the old St. John's Seminary behind Mission Concepción.