Well, I'm finally getting the final photos posted from my Archer Avenue trek. In a few hours, I'll be on DSL and that will keep me from getting aggravated, otherwise these would have been up a week ago. If you walk up Ashland past the el entrance, and as I did I completely by surprise encountered a man on crutches urinating against a pillar, you'll find a hill full of weeds and detritus. That's ground level for the decayed railroad spur I posted a month or so back, when I described Hobotown. The side of the abandoned factory had a huge steam pipe above the coal chute and as I got to the top of the hill, the spur in sight, an Amtrak train roared past just feet from my head. I stumbled back, recalling the steam pipe almost too late. The train still rumbling by, I again ascended, but decided to give up when the decayed spur broke away in chunks as I touched it. Next time, I might go completely around the building, but I think that brings me to the water's edge. I kinda wonder how the eye wash sink got there.
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Uh oh, you're getting awfully close to where I buried those bodies back in 82 after I tortured them with eye washing. Maybe you want to be careful about going out there. Some of those booby traps I left might still be working.
I am convinced of the complete and overwhelming worthlessness of buildings when I see things like abandoned factories and crumbling houses left to the elements.
I was wondering about that eyewash station myself. Good thing Charles cleared that up for us...
*LOL @ Charles' comment!*
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