Everyone should have a favorite castle. Sitting high on a hill in the woods is my favorite beautiful forgotten castle. It's magical.
It was built in the 1890's by the inventor of one of the early movie cameras. He built the castle for his wife. All the rocks for the castle are from the property on which it was built. They even built a small railroad on the property to get the rocks up to the top of the hill for the castle.
Looking up into the porch you can see the remains on the ceiling. I can imagine how magnificent it must have been.
Through the openings under the porch, you can see some of the collapsed pieces of the porch above.
|Through the window, the remains of a collapsed staircase.|
This was my favorite window. I realize that might seem strange since you can't see much through it. I was drawn to it because it was the last spot I expected to find a bathtub. The window is at the lowest point of the house, and I wonder just how far that bathtub fell.