Somewhere in California there are the remains of a ghost town, slowly sinking into the bay. At one time this small island was home to brothels, speakeasys, and illegal casinos. All manner of ne'er-do-wells frequented it in hopes of cheap entertainment. That still hasn't changed, except now those are urban explorer types.


And so, i made my way there. It was neat. I only wish i'd had my camera on me. I didn't. So phone pictures will have to do.

The approach started with a long walk through a rarely visited park out near the bay. The trail went on seemingly forever, and was littered with bones and salt and the calcified corpses of crispy seagulls.



When the trail ran out, some railroad tracks became the path.


Walked for miles, and then in the distance... I got my first glimpse of something derelict.


A suiting welcome. Never did meet the sheep man, sadly.




I had to let Mr. Saline down gently. He really seemed set on it.




The old outlets weren't grounded.


The wall offered some good advice. Running is a good way to keep healthy.





Who are you, Slugo? I've seen this name tagged at many places i've gone.


Neat bat.


Something magic looking.




As it turns out there are trains that use this track still, and they use it at a hundred miles an hour or so.


All the best adventures are the ones where you might die. Crossing this was pretty fun.


REALLY wishing i'd brought my camera, but enjoy the phone quality.





Do it, Joshua! Do it!


The trek back was long, but not unpretty.


I even met a friendly pelvis out for its daily walk.