The Old Fresh Air Camp Chapel Nook

Takes up about the space of a walk-in closet. Looks interdenominational to me. No youth summer-camping experience was complete without some compulsory reverence. Camp is where I learned I was going to hell because I wasn't Catholic, along with the Lutherans, "Piscopalians," Jews and whatnot; most of the people in the world. And praying with your hands folded in front of you means you're really praying to the devil. Happy St. Patrick's Day.

The Old Fresh Air Camp Ceiling

Now, before y'all start hunting around for this old camp seeking thrills and plunder, I want to let you  know 1)  there isn't anything worth anything, 2)  it's dusty, moldy, and has asbestos issues, and there's no water or electricity, and 3)  it's locked tight and it's on private property which I patrol with my pit bull Osama. This is the ceiling. Not healthy.