Beastie led us into the prison, and it wasn't an easy journey, which was great. I enjoy working hard to get into places that are worth it.

The lights were on, things were beeping, and it got kinda nerve-racking, not knowing if the loud buzzing was a tripped alarm or a fire detector. We carefully made our way around the main building and the open rooms on top where the searchlights were.

The sun was setting fast, we were late from driving back from Massachusetts, so we made a real quick trip up to the medical center's roof. It involved climbing a hill and about 10 flights of a cramped, hot stairwell, and after two days of straight exploring, we barely made it to the top. Darkness fell, and I decided a more thorough exploration of the psychiatric hospital buildings would be left for another day.