|
|
|
UER Store
|
|
order your copy of Access All Areas today!
|
|
|
|
Activity
|
|
619 online
Server Time:
2024-05-08 04:37:48
|
|
|
CanadianMetalFan
Location: BC Gender: Male Total Likes: 11 likes
| | | Re: Curriculum vitae < Reply # 121 on 4/11/2019 9:48 PM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Posted by Rhino604 FYI there's a safe manhole to exit in a patch of grass in front of somebody's house. It's 85 meters up from where the pipe reduces from 1650mm to 1200mm. The catch is the property owner was right there when 5 of us climbed out of there a few years back, so he has since attempted to cover it with soil/grass. Next time I'm in Vancouver and do that drain I'll uncover the manhole cover if someone else hasn't already done it by then. The pipe goes into burnaby, but to get there you'll have to crawl in pipes as tight at 1050mm.
| You shouldn't enter someone's property though, that is illegal. ;) I know where I'm going next time I'm in Vancouver! Cheers, CMF
| |
| billgeorge
Location: Burnaby Gender: Male Total Likes: 96 likes
| | | Re: Curriculum vitae < Reply # 123 on 8/1/2019 9:48 PM > | Reply with Quote
| | |
| |
| billgeorge
Location: Burnaby Gender: Male Total Likes: 96 likes
| | | Re: Curriculum vitae < Reply # 124 on 8/1/2019 10:35 PM > | Reply with Quote
| | | There are days when I feel like a wimp: passing by an open door, unlocked gate, or unsecure fence, telling myself that, if the door is open, it must mean there's someone nearby. Then there are days, like a Monday evening last May in 'Rotown, when, amazed and grateful, I stroll right in to that condominium construction site through a welcoming gap in its fencing -- expecting at any moment to be shouted at, but hearing nothing but the sounds of my own footsteps up the forty-plus flights of stairs to the rooftop.
| |
| billgeorge
Location: Burnaby Gender: Male Total Likes: 96 likes
| | | Re: Curriculum vitae < Reply # 125 on 8/1/2019 11:03 PM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Out biking along the south edge of Vancouver on a Sunday afternoon in June, an open fence and no one around brought me to this rooftop, where I ate a sandwich. And just recently, returning from the ferry in Tsawwassen, I stopped in Central Surrey, where I found the fence and a stairwell door to this brand-new condo sitting wide open. All the interior doors were considerately taped unclosable, too. The photos begin to all look much the same; but that moment of first climbing out of a drab, dusty, airless, anonymous stairwell you've been trudging up for ten minutes, onto a breezy rooftop at sunset, with a view for miles around, is always magical.
| |
| billgeorge
Location: Burnaby Gender: Male Total Likes: 96 likes
| | | Re: Curriculum vitae < Reply # 128 on 5/10/2020 10:17 PM > | Reply with Quote
| | | I waited till dark, then crawled under a chainlink fence and into the the vast, empty golf course. The full moon was like a spotlight on me; I trod softly. Beyond the silvery fairways, the evergreens loomed as black, still, and hulking as skyscrapers. My shadow, lying so dark upon the bright turf, seemed to possess a halo. My phone’s camera could, of course, capture nothing. I followed the paved cart tracks from hole to hole. I pissed beside the pond, where a cacophonous crowd of frogs croaked. I padded past a lighted, windowless outbuilding—bathrooms. I followed almost blindly a trail through the trees, and emerged onto another stadium-sized fairway—a gently undulating carpet longer than shouting distance and wider than throwing distance. The only visible light was the sky’s, but the drone of distant, speeding traffic never waned. Returning in the direction of my point of entry, I willed myself to skirt the clubhouse, reasoning that even if there was someone on the grounds at this hour, they would be cozily indoors and self-involved, with light-adapted eyes. But when I passed in full moonlit view of what appeared to be a living room’s picture window, I ducked back into the shadows. As I approached the exit, I saw, through a wide gap in the perimeter foliage, just beyond the perimeter fence, a person walking a dog. Holding my breath, I put a tree between them and myself. The person, seeming to pause, said, “Hey! Listen!”—to a companion? or to the dog? Eventually they continued down the sidewalk, around a corner, and out of sight. I scurried under the fence, dusted myself off, and reassumed an air of innocuous normalcy. Two days later, cycling past the golf course, I saw that it is, in fact, at one of its entrances, wide open to the public at any time of day.
| |
|
|
This thread is currently Public. Anyone, including search engines, may see it. |
|
All content and images copyright © 2002-2024 UER.CA and respective creators. Graphical Design by Crossfire.
To contact webmaster, or click to email with problems or other questions about this site:
UER CONTACT
View Terms of Service |
View Privacy Policy |
Server colocation provided by Beanfield
This page was generated for you in 140 milliseconds. Since June 23, 2002, a total of 740995453 pages have been generated.
|
|