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 | Richland Hills Pumping Station
entry by Mellon_Collie
12/1/2005 2:21 AM
| Late one night (1:30AM) I was feeling a bit sad, so I decided to go for a walk. Not long into this walk I decided that I wanted to walk a lot, and I wanted to explore. The Richland Hills pumping station (I did not know that is what it was at the time, I just knew it looked interesting.) satisfied both those goals.
I walked probably around 2.5 miles to the place, which is practically right off the freeway. I was not particularly worried about getting caught at the site itself because it was so late, at night, no one on the freeway would see, or care what I was doing and they were going the wrong way to do anything about it easily/quickly, and because it was an obscure location with no real road to it. I actually went to this place to check out this manhole I see every morning on my way to work with steam coming out of it, but ironically, I never even so much as gave it a glance. I instead devoted all of my intention to a large concrete building. The building was tall, maybe 2 stories and completely featureless except for 2 well secured doors, one opposite sides of the building. Upon discovery of the second door, I found myself atop 2 massive grates. These things were probably two stories themselves. One had very large slits, and the other very small. I climbed down the large one because it was the only on I could. These slits were big enough for me to fit through, and so once I reached the bottom I found 2 square concrete tunnels maybe 3 or 4 feet in diameter. They went simply straight under the station. The ends are covered with gates, presumably to act as a one way valve. Letting the smaller creek that ran through the pumping station empty in the bigger one, and not vice-versa. The grates were separated by a concrete barrier so I was not able to or see get into the other side, the slits being to small, and the the creek that feeds into it, too deep for my leather boots. Climbing back up and going to were the 2 pipes discharge, I saw that there other side apparently consists of 2 RCP maybe 2 or 3 feet in diameter. I would have crawled up them but the creek on this side was also too deep to forge. I plan on returning later with the proper equipment. Thwarted there, I turned my attention to 2 ventilation pipes sticking up out of the ground, with a catwalk leading to a platform. The platform was gated, and locked with barbed wire all around. An awful lot of protection afforded for a simple grate. However, from the grate I could hear water moving. Lot a lot, but some. I suspect the second pair of pipes runs is connected somehow to the station unlike the other ones. After that I started walking home, and it realized what a beautiful night it was. It was warm and humid for late November and there were low, fast moving clouds in the sky and every few seconds the moon and the stars would become visible, and I was the only one around. It was very peaceful, except when I started to sing loud and obnoxiously because I could, and no one could hear me, or cared. After half a mile or so, I came to a seedy looking apartment complex, but not before I found a sanitary sewer manhole, which was interesting but little more. I took a picture of a "No trespassing" sign afterwhich a man startled me who was hiding behind me asked me for a light, but I did not have one, so I told him so without stopping. On my way out, a man in a car asked me what I was doing him, and I told him honestly that I was "going home." It was then that I realized that I was going to be walking home on the main drag of Richland Hills, a town 10,000 mostly old people so the cops are restless. However, I was fortunate to not have to talk to any cops, though their cruisers did pass my twice, but I was strategic about it and made sure they would have to go out of their way if they wanted to talk me. I looked really suspicious because in all my 18 years of living in Richland Hills, I never saw anyone walking anywhere, muchless at what was now surprisingly 4:00AM. The only tool I had was a camera and a flashlight which I did not really feel like explaining why I had them so I was glad not to. My legs started hurting real bad for some reason about this time and it really sucked. Around 5:00AM I stopped at a car wash to sit and take a break. After that I finished walking home, and that was pretty much it. I definitely plan on going back later more well equipped. I will also try the storm and utility drains nearby as I suspect they might go to the pumping station as well.
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