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Catching Up, pt. 2

Posted in "A worldwide secret organization...", Catching Up on September 30, 2010 by Send4Help

To make up for lost time, here are  some of my favorite explores. I guess this will catch you up to speed:

Federal Prison

Another spring afternoon in my wet Pumas treading through shin deep snow. This time was again well worth the squish. I was first met by a wall; a 15ft tall cement wall. But with a helpful push up, and a hand grab later we were in. Though today demolished, she was a playground for many:

Every cell block was identical; rows and rows of small cells and shiny crappers with sinks built into the top. I wondered to myself how the steel walls would reflect the sound of the prisoners banging and shouting when this place was at active. It must have been hell. I couldn’t fathom myself surviving in such a place. The cold cell bars and communal bathing was enough, not to mention having to watch your rear whenever big Dale was near…

The blocks seemed to be endless. The only distinguishing features were the age of the walls; sometimes you would be in an area with clean, form molded concrete and others just whitewashed stone and wood. The history here was incredible. It was also interesting to see the evolution of the prison cells that were built throughout the years. In the earlier sections of the prison most of the gates were hand opened, all simply tied into a giant pull-lever. However, the newer sections were an interesting panel of colorful buttons and switches that begged to be thrown.

It may just have been the thousands and thousands of square feet to explore, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of disconnection. This place was made to keep you apart, separated, alone. There wasn’t any room for self expression within these walls, you were here for an adult time out. Maybe its just best to sit alone and think about it.


Even with every attempt from the administration to kill the individualism expressed by the condemned, there were still faint signs of the people that once lived here. Playing cards on the floor, an old toothbrush in the dirty sink, or a TV made of a cardboard  scrap.

It was my first prison, you will always remember your first.
Another successful trip with a great group of friends.

Catching Up, pt. 1

Posted in "A worldwide secret organization...", Catching Up on September 30, 2010 by Send4Help

To make up for lost time, here are  some of my favorite explores. I guess this will catch you up to speed:

Girls School:
Back in early 2008 a layer of melting snow covered the Massachusetts ground and caused my Puma’s to become very uncomfortable for the season. The constant squish of the fabric didn’t dampen my fun at one of the most well preserved locations I had ever been to.


Like something out of ninja movie, we blatantly walked in the open side door and found ourself within the dormitory section of the building. Security wasn’t much on our mind back then because not too many people frequented these parts. The first thing I noticed was the apparent lack of abandoned feel. The beds were made, clothing in it’s place, keys on their hooks.

Walking down the bedroom corridor I felt like I would suddenly see one of the students quietly sitting, suddenly turning to see a tall man with a camera starring strangely at her. An interesting feeling indeed.

I was still running off of a 4mp point and shoot back then, on loan from my parents, and the concept of “The Rule of Thirds” or “Backlighting”  was foreign to me. This location was not worthy of my amateur skills but it sure as hell was fun. There was every kind of unusual find there: Random paperwork, prehistoric electronics, and a few feet were commonplace throughout.

My pulse was slightly higher in the academic section of the complex. Cafeteria, classrooms, lockers, and [My favorite] LABORATORIES galore! It was like a science playground. There was ground glass for organic chemistry, preserved specimens for zoology, tree cores for forestry and an excess a of other trinkets spread out over every surface.

Even the lockers had their use.

There wasn’t a single room that disappointed; each held their own. However, there was one room that was better than all the rest; the attic. Overall, the attic didn’t differ too much from any other attic, and like most, was covered in a thin layer of bird poop.
I crunched the avian splatter under my shoes as I navigated through the fading light. As I made the corner the setting sun cast over the floor and lit the most amazing phrase I have seen in an abandonment. Just then there was a boner in the attic.

After hours of combing the building we decided it was time for a group picture. I will always remember that day; to old friends, and good memories!