A small building towards the edge of the factory perimeter caught my attention as it appeared to be the most structurally intact of all the island's remaining structures. I mentioned to my friend Lerch that we should make our way over and see what's inside. He half-heartedly agreed, mentioning that he never bothered checking out that particular building during his previous venture on the island, due to a dilemma that the structure remains shrouded behind a thick tangled mess of vegetation and poison ivy. I rarely seem to suffer the effects of poison ivy and I was also wearing jeans, so I trudged heavily through the ivy jungle. I followed in front Lerch who was tiptoeing through the weeds ever so nimbly. He appeared to be pulling off graceful ballet moves about the underlying poison ivy stage. Fluidly jumping from rock to rock, swiftly ducking under vines, I was middy amused; half expecting the island seabirds to chime in and chirp together some half assed rendition of Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake. His method of dance appeared to be an effective poison ivy deterrent, but looks can be deceiving, as the below pictures tell the true outcome of such choreography.
Images Painfully Courtesy Of: Lerch |