Why did I feel such an urge to travel thousands of kilometres just to see a virtual ghost town one last time? Because the journey before left me unfulfilled. Though I'd shown Sylvia a place that had dominated my childhood and thus shaped my personality, I'd failed to find the path down into the sinkhole, an ugly name for a magical place, that thickly forested, moss-covered valley that my vivid imagination transformed into an exotic pathway to other worlds.
In the time between my journey to Leaf Rapids with Sylvia and this journey with Sean, more memories had snapped into place, giving me a map to the sinkhole and to my past. This time, I knew I'd find it.
If we survived the bugs...
Well, survive we did. Once we set up the tent we braved the insects long enough to shoot a few photos:
|The Suwanee River, just a few kilometres south of Leaf Rapids.|
|The bug bunker.|
|Sean has his revenge against his traitorous air mattress.|