I came across this old factory. It looked familiar, so I knew i was on the right track.

The lane seemed so much shorter now. But something about it seemed familiar. So I rode back the road.

The first cabin I came to didn't look familiar. But the land it was on did. This was where my Aunt Donna and Uncle Eugene had their cabin (ok, technically a trailer). This one is different, but it's a lot like the one they had.

And this was my Grandfather's cabin.

And a quick shot to Donna and Eugene's land.

That's the outhouse.

And down the lane behind their cabin.

The outhouse again. Yes, there's a "his" and "hers." We had to use this, as there was no running water. As you can see, the roof is caving in.

The screened-in porch wasn't there when I was a kid, and honestly, I don't like it at all. But the weird plastic string lights are exactly the same.

It's pretty well falling apart. It won't be standing in a decade, if that. Such a shame.

The hot water heater is a nice touch.

Across Middle Creek. None of this was here when I was a kid.

You couldn't see anything. But now it's pretty developed. And what's strange is that everything seemed bigger then.