Finally found something abandoned, though I had to go all the way to Barnston Island for it. (Thanks to Canadian Viking for the tip.)

Barn swallows feigned dive-bombing me while I took this beautiful photo.

I enjoyed at the time trying to figure out what I was looking at -- what this building had been, what that structure had been used for -- but, in retrospect, I didn't learn much. Thirty minutes on Google didn't leave me much wiser.

These canned peaches seemed no more than a year or two abandoned.

It was a former cow farm; I did figure out that much.

A cow calendar.

There were about a dozen buildings, including a couple of farmhouses. Some barns were badly collapsing. Sturdy perimeter fencing had been installed sometime since 2013, as Google street view reveals. Blackberry bushes had also, in no time, taken over everything, making some of the buildings inaccessible.

A cow shed.

A cattle thingadoodadifier. Possibly.

Beside this door were signs that said "DEADLY GASES: Not enough oxygen to support life."

Aside from the joy of exploring (however superficially) a place without any fear of being caught or interfered with, I also enjoyed the tangible sensation of time's passage. You get a taste of decades in a single glance. One only gets this with decay, I think; and it's why well-preserved museum collections often leave me cold.