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Battery Plant

Posted in "A worldwide secret organization...", The Dirty South on October 24, 2010 by Send4Help

Randomly meeting a new explorer that you networked off of the internet doesn’t usually work out for the best. This time, however, it was a pleasure. We had a few extra hours to kill and were tired of being in the car; our minds were now  more focused on rust and hazardous chemicals.

Our new exploring friend met us for lunch at Wendy’s sporting a great pair of “Gorilla Shoes:”

Today’s location was the abandoned super-fund site of a former acid battery plant. Before we entered our knowledgeable new exploring friend (Who was also a structural/industrial engineer)  warned us not to mess in any of the puddles, or pull any pipe releases, because, “They still contain acidic or other toxic chemicals that can really mess us up.”

We quickly made our way through the cracked parking lot and over the fence; a short dash later we were in. In an effort to try to save my hands I immediately gloved up and set up. You could instantly tell that this was a dangerous place even when it was open; arm-length rubber gloves,  full face respirators, and splash shields littered the ground… Oh, I was excited!

Further confirming our suspicions, after 25 minutes inside the main building “RenegadeofFunk” broke out in a mysterious case of hives. He blamed it on invisible mosquitoes… The main building had a scattered selection of old equipment and interesting electronics. I wished there was still power so as I could see the result of my random button pushing.

The outside temperature was around 90 without a cloud in the sky, but there was a constant mist that flowed through a hole in the ceiling. For the life of me I couldn’t find out where it was coming from.

With the toxic mist gently falling, it gave life to the plants growing below. It gave an almost jungle like appearance, though only reaching inches off the ground.

How could such a hazardous place be left to rot? Anyone could walk in and take a bottle of mercury, or slip into a puddle of sludge. The more deeply we probed, the more dangerous our environment became. Lead cauldrons, open pits, oh my!

Shortly after leaving the main building, we waltzed through the open door of a smaller storage structure in the back.  Just as soon as we entered, the alarm sounded. The motion sensor had been tripped. Like this article, our trip came to an abrupt end.

Miller Theater

Posted in "A worldwide secret organization...", The Dirty South on October 19, 2010 by Send4Help

The South delivered my first stand alone theater.  Though the building was in a state of semi-ruin, it was slowly being restored by several investors and hopefully within the next few years will see some progress.

Sadly most of the internal objects and fixtures had been removed; including the seating. However, signs still remained from it’s active years.  The art-deco theme was almost overwhelming at some points; the sea foam green and pink accenting acted only to burn my eyes.

I was very sad to hear that almost all the interior lights had burnt out and no one had the cash to replace them.  The entire auditorium was lit by a single, balcony-mounted, floodlight that didn’t offer any justice to the beauty of the architecture. However, with all the missing lights and the empty interior, I couldn’t help but to play a little Fur Elise and just listen to it echo.

The upper floors offered the foyer balcony and projection room. Again, the art-deco was painful:

What I found to be the best part of the Miller was the “leftovers” from it’s conversion from apartment building to theater way back in the early days of Augusta. Originally, the building was used as middle class apartments until it was sold to a developer and gutted to an almost hollow shell. From there the building was slowly converted to its current function. The only parts that remain from the apartment complex are found through a back office and a closet door. There are two apartments that are left semi-intact, kinda. These rooms only survive because they are holding up the front marque and proved useful for maintenance purposes.

Hopefully, the Miller gets the money it needs to survive. If you would like to help, please visit: