Griswold Airport once again

Because I now have my license, and that I'm mobile, I took advantage of that today and drove down to my favorite place for photography, Griswold Airport.  I'm sure I've already explained on previous posts what exactly is going to happen with the property, so I won't go on about that now.  Instead, I noticed that some of the plans are underway, and its being prepared for demolition.  In the front, there use to be a trailer which is now removed, and a lot of brush has been cut away from the buildings.  Also, many locks have been removed off the doors, leaving them open to the demolition crew, vandals, and well, me. I don't think its been vandalized too much, but I noticed that doors have been broken into here and there.  So, the lack of locks on the doors (Or the lack of doors) allowed for some new things to be seen, although, not many new things.

Not much has changed since I went last in the winter other than the tarmac has been torn up and all the buildings have more wear and tear on them.  Not much is left unlocked there anymore, so access was easy.  I started off in an abandoned house that had been gutted out by a fire, and only a small corner kitchen remained untouched by the flames, but it still had 30+ or so years of decay rotting away at it.  Left behind in that kitchen were family photos in frames of someone's prom and a "I wish you were here dad" caption.  (Pics of that later)  The fact that it was placed on top of a cross made of sticks with flowers wrapped around it added to its eeriness.  I was able to access what I originally thought was a hangar, but discovered it was just a garage with a work bench left over.  I had to be real stealthy there because the summer village next door was quite lively with a family picnic right outside the window!

Afterward, I went over to the large hangars, one of which was missing a door, and went in.  Everything by this time was pretty well cleaned out, and nothing very photogenic was left behind.  After a little while of snooping around in the hangars, I realized that the plopping sounds I heard were the sounds of bird feces hitting the floor, so I decided to make like a baby and head out of there before I got some excrement on my shoulder.  Other than that, nothing new is going on down there, and it will sooner or later fall to the wrecking ball.  (Although I remember hearing that the whole place would be razed by last February, obviously that didn't happen)

Oh, and as for me, I had a bad case of the finals last week, but I'm better now, and school is OUT!  After a lot of searching, I finally landed a weekend job as a pool boy down at Brewer's Point Marina, and I can't wait to start making some money.  I'm also going to class to get my boaters license, and wouldn't you know it, the season I decide to do that is the season the boat doesn't work and my dad doesn't feel like making it work.  *sigh*  I guess I'll have to keep myself entertained during the week with floating around in the boat tube in the pool or working on the (oh so much fun) AP history work for the summer.  Fun fun fun....here are the pics.

Here's that burned out house

Inside the burned out house

Some old bikes were stored here.  I have no idea why. 

Here's that kitchen

There's the picture of the prom on the cross.  The caption reads "My Prom!  I love you and I wish you could be there."  Then the plaque in front of it reads, "I'm just as blessed as can be-because the world's greatest dad belongs to me."  The cross adds to the creepy affect of this whole thing, and this pictures raises a lot of unanswered questions.

This is what the burned out house looks like from the outside

This is inside the garage

The work bench in the garage

Someone planted a couple of american flags in the ground

Oh yea, this plane flew over too.  He was quite low, and it was pretty obvious he was taking the same little trip down memory lane I do whenever I come here remembering the little airport that was

A winch for opening the hangar door

Just some papers on the wall.  No significance.

A fully working scale and my boot

What remains of the torn up tarmac

But that didn't keep me out