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Jun 10, 2012
Road Trip
Last week, my dad and I took a road trip to...

Exciting, right?
For those of you who don't know, So Close to You uses elements from a real conspiracy theory called the Montauk Project, which supposedly took - takes? - place in an abandoned military base at the very end of Long Island. The base was called Camp Hero, and has since been turned into a state park. When I first started writing the book, I took a mini-field trip out there to get a sense of how the base feels.
(Creepy, fyi. It feels super creepy.)
My dad and I decided to head out there again to take a bunch of photos and videos that I can put on my blog/website so that readers can better visual the places I'm describing in the book. We made a day of it, and spent some time in downtown Montauk:

And had lobster rolls and clam chowder here:
This made us happy as we got back in the truck:
And then we headed out to the end of Montauk:
This day was INSANE. It was the sky-that-kept-on-giving.
And then we headed into the state park and found all kinds of cool abandoned buildings, and bunkers tucked into the hills.




Here's the radar tower on the horizon:

And the cliffs that run along the edge of the park:

This place is so awesome/creepy. If you have any interest in possible secret government conspiracies, or, you know, like nature, I highly recommend a visit.
I have a ton more pictures to upload (any of the really nice, professional looking shots are from my dad! He spent the day talking about lenses and tripods and kept asking my opinion on lighting, while I could barely figure out how to turn my camera on). I promise to put all of these up on the website soon, as well as a few videos that I'm going to slowly post....Though I hope no one gets motion-sickness easily because holy god, I have no video taking skills.
As they contain some spoilers, I'm going to wait until the book comes out before I upload everything. WHICH IS IN ONE MORE MONTH OMG OMG!!
Here's a final image of me outside one of the bunkers, trying to figure out a way in:

Alas, I was unsuccessful. No time traveling for me, I suppose.








