The car dipped in and out of the thick fog banks that settled at the feet of the eastern Pennsylvania hills; the sun rose just enough to catch a view of the misty landscape before burning it off as midday approached. I had some kind of fever, and slept through the ride through New Jersey that morning, but I could still appreciate the view out the car window and was quite mesmerized by the giant blades of the wind-driven power stations swooping all around us. We had a general direction of where we needed to go - we kept our eyes open for "the hand" - a series of black, crooked smokestacks slowly falling over themselves from an old power plant.

We found them poking out from behind a hill relatively quickly, and started on a quarter mile walk through the property to get to the generating station. The area was being used as a storage yard for steel, wood palettes, junked cars, and other assorted things... workers would probably be arriving in an hour or two to start the day, so we had to make it quick.

The turbine hall was gorgeous - I really enjoyed how the grass and mist crept into the giant hole in the wall, and instantly felt better. While we were inside, we started to hear the forklifts driving around... time to go. But it was a great way start to the day.