Thats what they manufactured here. HUGE is a good word for this place. Abandoned, dilapidated buildings spaced evenly, so as to avoid the spread of gun-powder fueled fire, as far as the eye could see.
Jan 282010
Jan 232010
The kind with stairs. The big fat ones. I’d wanted to climb one of these for a while. Had to leave my car in a sketchy spot. Had to climb a barbed wire fence with a mean looking dog barking its head off at me. Had to dyno the bottom of the ladder from a small bolt as a foothold. These last two made for a nice challenge on what would have been a rather mundane mission.
Jan 182010
A few locals had labeled this huge underground tunnel system as “Sealed up tight,” and “not worth attempting.” They were completely fucking wrong on both counts. Though access was difficult it was far from impossible and this was the coolest set of underground structures I have yet seen. As in many other places the graffiti reminded us that we were far from the first to trespass into the system.
Jan 142010
As you can see, No Promise Of Safety has a new look. We’ve moved from WordPress.com over to our own, more independent host. As a consequence some of your old links will no longer work. The old domain, uliveandyouburn.wordpress.com, will no longer host this site. We’ve put up ads through Google’s adsense program. Call us corporate whores if you like We really don’t care. We’re still experimenting with the look and layout so bear with us. If you visit sometime in the next couple weeks and the site is down or looks all a fuck, come back later.
Jan 082010
After making sure I had all my gear together I opened the car door and stepped out into the 5 degree air. Knowing I looked a bit odd in my hip-high rubber boots and climbing harness I looked over my shoulder for bystanders as I crossed the street and ducked into the woods. Once I got to the edge of the floodwall of a large creek I tied my rope around a tree, clipped it in, and rappelled over the edge of the wall and into the largest circular outfall I have yet explored.
Jan 042010
Not wanting to have nothing to show for my three week stay in Naptown I opted for the path of further exhaustion. After parking the car I peeled off my steel toe work boots and tugged on a pair of borrowed waders.
