Passing through a variety of owners, the lodge periodically hosted private events up into the 1960s, but at the same time it had become a party destination for local youth. Residents describe how it was not uncommon to hear raucous activity echoing down the mountain after dark, and after one such night in November of 1970, the building burned to its shell.
Greystone's rustic interior was not only a bonus for those visiting during its lifetime, it's a bonus for explorers like us who visit it in death. Atop Nahor Hill still stands much of the original stone frame, steadily being consumed by vegetation.
There's a creepiness that comes with wandering through woods among decades old ruins, particularly in a town you've never been to. Adding to that vibe were these old shoes we unearthed, and my wife and I have seen too many B-horror movies not to recognize that a collection like this would account for every member of some poor, unsuspecting family.
But in addition to creepiness there were yucks to be had, because you're not going to pass an abandoned oven without my wife pretending to pull a hot apple pie out of it.
Scrambling through this debris while on the lookout for rusted nails and poison ivy, it was hard to visualize what a grand place this once must have been. But I found an old postcard on Amazon, and for $5 it shows us the Greystone Lodge in all its glory.
And if Mae is to be believed, the Greystone Lodge was as enjoyable a destination as it claimed. Also, in case any of my children ever read this post, the style of writing you're looking at is called cursive.
One of our favorite places to explore are ruins, as they combine several things we enjoy most in life into one activity. Hiking, exploring, learning about local history - you can check all those boxes off with a single trip to the Greystone Lodge ruins.
Further Reading:
http://archive.antrimlimrik.org/1995/1995-09%20LIMRIK%20Sept%201995.pdf
