We soon came upon the remains of a mountain lodge. This was the third incarnation of it, which was abandonded during it's construction at the outset of the Great Depression. As I explained this and other facinating pieces of history to Susan she quickly ran off to explore.
The entrance yawned in front of us, daring us to enter the remains.
Do we dare?
A sudden noise distracts Susan.
"Gee Susan, maybe we shouldn't hang around in here, the signs say not to."
"I'm gonna get out of here!"
Luckily Susan soon caught up and on another abandonded building across the trail we saw a trail marker pointing us on our way.