On the shore of the Susquehanna river sits acre upon acre of rolling rural land. It is here that more than 50 of the craziest serial trespassers, explorers, photographers, artists, and revelers converged for a 4-day festival. Attendees caught up with old friends and met new ones, partied by the river, shot off fireworks, drank keg beer, blew shit up with napalm and firearms, and somehow still survived to tell the tale.
Infilnapolis occurred over three days from June 25th to the 27th. Attendees from Ohio, Indiana, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Tennessee, Wisconsin, New York, and even one Russian explored rooftops, the coke plant, a modern hospital, an abandoned skyscraper, and a big drain. They crashed hotel pools, climbed a crane, ate pizza, climbed a tree, dodged lightning, and floated across a lake on garbage.
Originally intended to be the Bennington Lockout Redux, the Pyrotechnics meet turned out to be a huge, fireworks-laden extravaganza over three days and in dozens of locations. We gathered a large group in a cave behind Lower Falls and set off an obscene amount of fireworks and then wrapped with a fun cookout.