One of the advantage kids in the countryside have over their urban counterparts is easy access to mystery and adventure.
One of the advantage kids in the countryside have over their urban counterparts is easy access to mystery and adventure. Sure, in the city you can walk through the ‘hood after dark looking for danger, but you know what you’re going to find: crack heads with broken bottles or crunk thugs wanting to rob your ass. That’s not exciting–that’s practically routine. So where kids living in Bumfuck, ID can just walk into the forest in their backyards and get lost for hours, those of us in the city have to resort to wandering through condemned synagogues, burnt-out warehouses or, in this case, a semi-abandoned factory.
In order to past the padlocked gates surrounding the factory, we had to climb around the waterfront, trek through some overgrowth and sneak under another gate. It was a slightly treacherous but well worn path. You could tell from all the empty beer containers.
Urban exploration is thirsty work, but you often need your hands free for climbing and such, so a 40 is completely out of the question. A bota, on the other hand, allows you to drink, climb and appear cultured.
The back door of the factory was bolted shut, so one of us had to climb up a bunch of convieniently placed veins, slide through a partially open window, and undo the bolts.
Tons of terrible graffiti and empty beer bottles gave the place a fantastic “partied-in” quality.
The second portion of the factory, which we reached by pulling back and slipping under sheet-metal covered holes in the walls of the first, seemed to still be in use. There were what appeared like new barrels of something along with a parked truck that probably transported them.
We couldn’t actually tell what the factory produced, despite there being a ton of really weird machinery sitting around.
Factory workers’ locker room; what do you expect?
In the locker room we found four cassettes of “Body and Soul” along with a bunch of other random shit, like jeans, raincoats, a waffle maker and skiing equipment. I asked one of my friends if he thought it was okay to steal stuff while on an urban exploration and he said, “Take nothing but photos; leave nothing but footprints… unless you steal something, in which case just don’t tell anyone.”
I took a leather belt and a hard hat emblazoned with “#1″ in permanent marker.