jermalism: Abandonment Issues: Carmel Line Miracle? House

As we approached the Carmel Line Miracle? House, just south of the Millbrook Correctional Centre, we were singing along to Miracle? by Kristoff Krane. I unplugged my iphone from the dashboard and carried it inside, playing this song over and over on repeat as we explored the old home and pondered what may have happened to it's previous inhabitants.

A couple of tattered mattresses rested on the floor of the otherwise empty living room. A gorgeous staircase, in remarkable condition, was in stark contrast to the decay that was reeking havoc on the rest of the house. Wallpaper and paint were peeling in many areas, and in some places, portions of walls and ceilings were collapsing from many years of accumulated water damage. We took pause in the brightly coloured kitchen, and sang along to the chorus, again. We then continued our discussion about the family that once lived here, whoever they were. We posed hypothetical scenarios, and wondered what the last meal to be prepared and eaten as a family here may have been.

Upstairs, the water damage was quite severe. A long hallway narrowed like something from Alice in Wonderland, as another explorer had previously stated online.

Back outside, on a beautiful summer afternoon, we continued to ponder and discuss the maybes and ifs of what became of the family that once called this place home. A snowmobile trail now runs directly adjacent to the door, cutting between the old house and it's sheds and large barn.

As of this point in time, I have no answers to the questions pondered on this day.

To recreate our experience, press play on the Kristoff Krane - Miracle? video and enjoy our photographs of the Carmel Line Miracle? House.

Well hung

The carpet matches the door

Go to bed

Stairway to heaven

Shit head

Falling a p a r t

Yellow green purple white

Off the shelf

Keepin' it peel

On the inside looking out

Onwards and upwards

Stair at me

Halling apart

Fallpaper

Abandon men tissues

Caramel

Poop dreams

Who's afraid of the dark?

In the red

Shedding skin

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Thanks for stopping by. Hope to see you again soon.

*********UPDATE*********
February 2nd, 2013

On this cold winter morning I returned to the Carmel House, again, as I had done on a few occasions. This time though, no Kristoff Krane singing, and no ninja IX by my side, but rather the company of fellow explorers dallas1983, L'Ali and msgsudz. The house was along our route, between much grander locations.

Within minutes, I heard a motor running. Looking down out a bedroom window, I saw a pickup truck parked directly below. I announced the presence of the vehicle to the group and asked them to stay inside. The man in the driver seat locked eyes with me as soon as I exited, ducking under the collapsing roof over the door. He opened his door, and before he could utter a word, I raised my camera and informed him that we were just exploring and taking photographs. He had no problem with that. After asking him about his connection to the property, he informed me that he rents the land. He wished me a good day. I wished him the same. Then he pulled away and faded into the cold morning. And so we continued doing what we do. And then soon after we followed in his tire tracks.

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