These long runs have never kill me much. They always a little, but not much. I kick into a survival mode on the long drives. The hours pass in a haze of prog records and AM radio rock, off-copyright audio books and self-help podcasts. I eat little. I sleep less. The highway 17 runs the bafflingly long and shockingly beautiful span north of lake superior. Along this...

 In Sackville, New Brunswick there is an old Inn named Marshlands. The mansion was built in 1854 by a wealthy merchant as a gift to his daughter. Originally called the Cogswell House, the place was sold in 1895 after the mysterious death of the original occupants. The new owner, stone mason Henry C. Read, renamed the building after the nearby Tantramar marshes...

    Today we stopped at an abandoned textile plant in Windsor Nova Scotia. This fortress-like facility once produced enough Stanfield Underwear to satisfy an entire county’s needs. Now it stands derelict, exposed to the harsh Maritime elements and the devious whims of local delinquents. As we approached, we saw that the front door was accessible. The...

I’m not sure how these things ended up here, but there are numerous taxidermied animals in this abandoned orphanage. It doesn’t seem like the best place to store such things. Firstly, keeping stuffed animal corpses in a former home for orphaned kids seems a bit unnerving. Secondly, anyone could crawl in an unlatched window, or thorough some large...

The following account is provided by SCP Foundation: Description: SCP-823 is an abandoned theme (amusement) park located in █████, █████. Site was abandoned in ████ after several violent events resulting in the deaths of park attendees. A complete list of said events is included in Supplement 823-01-13, “Civilian Deaths...

This piano might be centuries old. The legs have collapsed and the strings have all oxidized and snapped. Layers of sickly yellowish dust cover the mildewed and sun-bleached spruce.  Someone came through here recently. It may have been months ago. The stranger walked on special pointed shoes — not pointed at the toes, but at the soles. They wore shoes like...

I adore my 64, my Commodore 64. I sing with it, write with it, find a path to flight with it. My Commodore 64. I rate with it, create with it, telecommunicate with it. My Commodore 64. I adore my 64, my Commodore 64. I cook with it, steam with it, educate the team with it. My Commodore 64. I pitch with it, catch with it, count my chicks before they hatch with...

Here is a Mountain Lion. This one appears to be taxidermied, but it is not. Look close. This mountain lion is pretending. Some agreement was made, all down the line, between the beast, the hunter, the artisan and those involved in the transport and display. I can’t explain the specifics, but rest assured, this mountain lion is very much alive. She has been...

  The body of baby whale appeared in the Amazon jungle on the island of Marajo. There was nobody around to see it arrive — nothing to document or describe the event. I bet there were no animals, no insects either. It likely happened in the black of night. I imagine it happened in an instant. An uncharacteristically cool breeze rustled the leaves of the...

There is a slowly collapsing building in the Russian region of Kamchatka. The barren, grey monolith rests on the coast of the frigid Okhosk Sea. This eroding structure is all that remains of the once bustling fishing village of Kirovsky.  Founded in 1907, the community was named after Sergei Kirov — a Bolshevik commander and close confidant of...