My lovely fiancée is most fond of doing things that make me fearful for her life. Like sitting on the edges of decrepit railing-less bridges, or walking across narrow concrete walls in middle-of-nowhere, Hawaii. On this particular occasion, she thought it would be fun to go exploring a creepy ghost town at dusk, and poke her nose into places it didn’t belong.
You know, like in horror movies.
Actually, she’s just peeking in the window of the old, but still functioning hydro-electric station in Sandon, BC.