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As a quick recap, this past weekend we wandered about the remains of the derelict Mountain Spaa Resort not far from our house and peaked into all the rooms, into the craters, got a little grossed out and took lots of pictures. Here are a few of my favorite images, more photos can be seen here.
Erica
March 15, 2012 at 10:01 pmI’ve nominated you for the Kreativ Blogger Award 🙂
http://itsonlyerica.wordpress.com/2012/03/15/kreativ-blogger-award/
noelleodesigns
March 16, 2012 at 7:12 pmThanks!!
Steph H
March 16, 2012 at 6:51 pmSad. It could be so awesome!
noelleodesigns
March 16, 2012 at 7:12 pmI know, I want to see pictures of Mountain Spaa in all it’s glory but I can’t seem to find any photos anywhere. They’re all boxed up in grandparents closets.