Buck Hill, PA April 6, 2015

Buck Hill, PA 
April 6, 2015

I was driving all day throughout north jersey, finding hidden places to explore & capture. The last stop of the day was the Buckhill Inn in PA, an enormous 400 roomed monster that took my breath away when I first laid eyes on it. The hotel was set back in a private development which made it

harder to find parking, but I eventually found parking about half a mile away from the development on a dirt patch next to the road. I threw my camera bag over my shoulder as I made my way into the private development, as I approached the property I noticed the “No Trespassing: Keep Out” signs covering every square foot of the building. This made me uneasy, yet I persisted, partly out of confidence that I knew what I was doing, but my curiosity was mainly what kept me going. After hauling ass up the long driveway, I stayed hidden behind some bushes as I scoped a way to get in. Not being able to find any, I made my way to the other side of the hotel in hopes of finding an entrance, and I did. Right there, about ten feet up, above the vacant pool house, there sat a window, open just wide enough to fit through. I needed to hurry since I was breaking into an abandoned hotel in the middle of a neighborhood, so I was swift climbing into the window. The monster literally swallowed me up. 

I dropped in and my Doc Martens landed on a couple pages that were ripped out of a book. I looked around and saw the empty bookshelves that once held the books that were now torn apart and sprawled across the floor. The floor was literally covered with pages of old literature, this made for an interesting photo, so I set up my Nikon d7000 on its tripod and fired a few shots. My curiosity needed to be fed so I got my picture then quietly hurried into the rest of the hotel. The next room I encountered was the lobby and with it were cracked mirrors everywhere, broken chandeliers, and a ruined elevator. There were staircases and hallways and doors that led to unknown parts of this giant edifice and I wanted to explore all of it despite the eerie atmosphere of the vacant inn. I decided to head up a set of stairs, on the way to the next level I found a Gideon’s bible sitting in a windowsill and took a quick shot before continuing. I searched a myriad of rooms, but that didn’t even amount to the rooms I didn’t get a chance to see. After about an hour into my journey I decided to head out, it was getting dark and the eerie feeling I felt was getting heavier the longer I stayed. I eventually found my way down the staircase, into the lobby, and back to the room that was littered with literature. Some part of me didn’t want to leave knowing that there was still so much to see yet the increasing uneasiness I felt was telling me to get the hell out. So I did. I said my goodbyes as I drove past the estate, but I knew I’d be back to see what other treasures the Buckhill Inn was hiding.

Here are some photos from my adventure