prjohnnyrivera
I love visiting odd/weird/strange/haunted places/ One of the original urban explorers of the early 90's. My wife (RIP) was my partner for many of my travels; she learned to have a bug out bag ready in the trunk of our Jeep. One Sunday morning in 1997, after church, we started out to brunch; we ended up at Disney in Orlando. We stopped at Ravenswood, WV and "kidnapped" her niece. She also learned to keep a bug out bag ready IN CASE we showed up.
What a way to live, eh?
To be my friend (or family) is to live wondering where are you going to wake up next?
