My favorite castle calls me back.

This castle is one of my favorite places. I know I refer to several places on this blog as my favorite places...yes, they all are. I find them magical and beautiful in their own special ways. This castle, I'm in awe of how beautiful it must have been. I love walking up the hill, waiting to spot my first glimpse of it. I love when it comes into view, standing on the top of a hill, forgotten and beautiful.

There is very little left of the interior, but we found a hanging staircase through one of the windows. I love the little peek we get of the inside through the few widows that aren't boarded up. 

The remains of the front porch.

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My favorite castle...

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.