Old Slate was a road side park park located in Bath County; it’s one of the many places my grandfather would take me as part of trying to instill a sense of curiosity and adventure. Unfortunately the park is a now shadow of its former self, clearly abandoned to the elements and teenage revelers.
The furnace itself is now a graffiti muse, and all that remains of a once well kept playground/park area are some rotting picnic tables. Even so the sense of antiquity and isolation is still there, in some strange way perhaps more so. Only an occasionally passing car and soft rippling from nearby Slate Creek break the silence, both oblivious to this small piece of history they continually witness.