It was just a few months ago that we had found one of our favorite places to explore. Perhaps it was, to some, an eyesore within the beautiful rolling hills of the Catskill Mountains of New York. A time capsule filled with memories of the past. It’s buildings looming with grandeur over the small town below. Mysterious echoes of days gone by resonated within our souls as we explored each time encapsulated hallway. With each discovery, our affection for the treasures within grew and we found ourselves longing to return. We had talked about documenting our adventures from the very beginning of our explorations together. It would be a chance to share our favorite adventures with anyone who has an interest in urban exploration, historic locations and even a paranormal investigation or two. Never claiming to be anything we’re not and through our flaws and sometimes amateurish camera issues, we shoot some of the most amazing abandoned places in the northeast and beyond. And so, with that dream in mind, we vowed to return with camera in hand, to showcase all the beauty in the decay of what was once the premier resort for not only well to do Jewish families, but many celebrities as well. To them, it was Grossinger’s Catskill Resort. To us, it was exploration heaven.
How would she feel to see her dreams…remnants of her extraordinary life being bulldozed into asbestos saturated dust? We scanned the perimeter for a place to respectfully enter her abode. We were eager to see what was left. Eager to pay our last respects to this hallowed ground. Our eyes met as we turned to the mountain of rubble just beyond the gateway. Shards of glass, jagged stacks of cement, and the ominous smell of less than healthy dust particles greeted us with their intriguing embrace as we made out way toward ground zero. The blue sky shimmered above as haunting images of detonation filled our minds. What a sight it must have been to see the grand building’s demise. What once stood so proud and tall, had fallen into desolation and in return had broken the hearts of at least two explorers that held her forsaken structures with great affection and regard. Our collective sigh echoed in the abyss of debris as we turned the camera on ourselves. Our usual playful and lighthearted introduction felt shadowed by a sense of loss and regret. How can you seize the day, when the stroke of midnight intrudes? But even in the shadow of despair comes the opportunity to shine. We quickly turned our attention past the ruins to the treasures beyond. It was a chance to seize the day without regret and to deliver a message of adventure without delay. The day went by all too quickly as we found ourselves immersed in its abandoned brilliance. Although a few of our favorite places had fallen, many remained. And although awaiting certain death at the hands of bulldozers and a hearty stock of TNT, stood still in time, echoing haunting voices from the past as it intertwined two adventurers into its history, creating a firestorm of memories that could never be extinguished.