August 28th - Day 10

Somewhere in eastern N.Y. - Rochester N.Y.

"GO,GO,GO!"

NEOPEX explorers

            Entry was quite easy and soon enough we were inside the rec. building with its amazing carpet mold/moss. After being pushed around in a wheel chair and pushing ETMJ in a shopping cart I can’t remember everything gets fuzzy about how we explored the place. This fuzziness was not due to some sort of hallucinogenic substance but was rather produced by the sheer monotony of the gutted structures.  Some highlights include the main theatre, lobby, the rooftop of the highest building and the offices that literally made my head spin. After exploring the vast empty recesses of the Catskills for nearly four hours we decided that it was time for a run at the Cedars Resort. 

Climbing up a re-converted Ames.

Physically, entry to the Cedars Resort was easy. The hard part however was not getting seen by passing motorists who may phone the law enforcement officers. [Details removed] I cannot honestly remember much of the exploration aside from finding a carpet of moss and the dining room with all its chairs on the tables. All that I do know is that we did not get to explore much of the resort after the incident.

            It began within the blink of an eye with ETMJ stating in a hurried hush to “GO,GO,GO!”  Trusting his judgment everyone took off through the hallways and then proceeding to barricade ourselves in a room. Once inside the room ETMJ informed us that he had seen two golf course employees for a brief second. The only problem was that we were missing a member somewhere in the vast complex of the resort. Tensions were heightened when the Keti’s phone call to the missing member was cut short by what we assumed to be the presence of the police. For the next 45 minutes we sat, listened and anxiously waited for the sign that the police were called but had left.      

            If anyone wanted to see me in a calm and composed state (as opposed to bouncing off the walls) this was the place. An old newspaper left by squatters provided me some entertainment before I started to pace around. Growing tired of simply barricading ourselves in this room, ETMJ volunteered himself to go up on the roof and see if there were any authorities prowling the premises.

After giving him my black hoodie to cover up his bright yellow t-shirt ETMJ left the room and most of us flocked to the window to view his activity. To our horrific shock ETMJ was not being discreet on the roof, in fact you might say he was acting quite brazen. A stream of curses came from my mouth and all I could say was “That S.O.B. is stupider than me.”

When ETMJ came back we found out that his brazen activity was warranted; there were no cops or authorities to be seen. I wanted to explore further but the rest of the group wisely chose to leave rather than risk another incident.

Back at the cars we found our missing member, and it turned out that the golf course employees were drunk. All of us chuckled at the story that our missing member told as he stalked the employees and ran around the resort in an attempt to get a cell phone signal. After saying goodbye I turned the car back west and started my journey home.