Wilson Castle in Proctor. At the end of a washed-out driveway littered with old signs, logs and a decrepit motorboat rotting in the bushes, the castle was empty of other guests. We wandered around the 32 rooms for several hours, fascinated. Half outrageous opulence, half crumbling ruin, some areas were perfect, some seemed as if you, and the turret you were in, would plummet to the ground at any moment, so broken and moldy. The kids were both delighted and spooked.
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