Continuing on with my day trip, I decided to take a look at an almost-ghost-town, Biscotasing. While this town is a mere shadow of what it had been in the past, it still enjoys a busy existence during the summer, and hunting seasons.
As I looked around, I noticed the spire of an old church just down the tracks, and noticed that said spire was angled strangely. I crossed the tracks to get a closer look. The large old building was raised up on cribbing, with the floor at slightly higher than head-level. There wasn't a window left in it, and I climbed up and in.
It had clearly suffered extensive structural damage, perhaps while being moved from another location. The interior contained a substantial amount of scrap wood, but everything appeared surprisingly solid.
