Thought I had found a cool explore. Made my way inside, that's the first order of business, set up my camera, start taking pictures of some great decay. Suddenly, I hear a car horn close by. I stop and listen, nothing. The front windows are all boarded up so I can't see the driveway. I finally find a little hole to peek out of and...no one's there. I go back outside and sneak around the corner, sure enough a car is parked just past the end of the driveway. I wait...thinking maybe it's a fellow OAP'er. Nothing. I lose my nerve and slink away past the barn and through the back 40. Fifteen minutes later I arrive at my car parked on a side road all covered in mud. So, I only got a couple of pictures, may have to go back. I drove past the house after, and see a surveyor in his orange vest setting up nearby. Must have been him that made me scram.