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entry by cloak-and-dagger
1/1/2006 4:35 AM
| The night was young... I am young.
I met up with my friend at about 1900. She was supposed to be there at 1830, but apparently we were waiting for each other in different parts of the Transit Station... Anyways.
I had called 411 prior to our meeting up, and asked the Operator to find the number to The Cromdale Hotel. Ahaha, it was a bit funny from the sound her voice made when she waited a moment before saying...
"Ma'am, that building doesn't exist anymore..."
"Hahaha, right you are.. Yes. I was just wondering if well perhaps you have its location?"
"One moment please..."
She gave me the address, and I thanked her and hung up. Piece of cake, or so I thought. Dear Lord, so I thought.
I finally tracked down my friend, and we hopped on the LRT and headed towards the Coliseum. We were just going to walk up 118th and go from around the back. We got there within minutes. DEAR LORD!!!! That place is impossible! It's locked up to the hilts, and I think you have to be a magician to get in. Seriously. Any who, so as the police kept driving by, and my friend kept acting as if she was taking a leak in the corner, and I kept telling her she was a female and that didn't look believable, we finally said to hell with it. I did try and climb up the non-existant staircase, but that was... Very hard to do.
All right so at this point, my plan had horribly failed, and I was about ready to scream. This is where extreme patience comes in very handy. We must continue looking. I was getting into somewhere tonight. We walked down a street adjacent to 118th, and just continued walking. We inspected a school, OF COURSE to no avail. Then, we came up to a beautiful abandonment. Epcor property.
15000 Volts is a lot, Dear Monsieur Volta.
Haha. Now. This fence didn't look too unsurpassable. I mean, it was about... 8 feet high? I'm not good with measurements, but it was damn well taller than I was, and barbed at the top. Hmmm. I thought, hey this is a piece of cake! So I started climbing. I am by no means Spider Man, as much as I wish I was. I got to the top, and straddled it to pull myself over to the other side. Now let it be known that none of this hurt, but I was stuck! The pokey metal was clawing at my pants, and my camera strap was snagged.
C&D's RULE # 1 TO FENCE CLIMBING: NO LOOSE ATTIRE!!!!!!
Yeah so I ended up less than graceful, plummeting about 8 feet to the ground. Ouch, that one hurt. I decided that the second fence, being probably 10 feet high, and far more dangerous intact with proximity mines and probably its own army (so I am slightly exaggerating...) was going to be too difficult for my fresh fence jumping skills. I gave it up. And climbed back over the fence from Hell. Turns out I ripped my pants in four places, a superficial wound on my left thigh, I gashed my left palm, and tore my jacket up nicely.
C&D's RULE # 2 TO FENCE CLIMBING: WEAR GRUBBY RAGS!! NO FAVORITE ARTICLES!
We crossed the street. THE CONDEMNED HOUSE! It welcomed me.
Come in, it beckoned. I obeyed.
There was an open window on the left side of the house, which seemed to look into the kitchen. The rain pipe had been bent in such a manner that it seemed too easy to just climb up on it and hop inside. I hesitated. This is a condemned house for a reason. I had a bleeding wound on my hand. Disease and open cuts do not mix well, I thought. Let's check out the shack. Someone had been living in there, it was easy to get in. The steel cage that had boarded up the entrance had been bent in such a way that all one would have to do is duck under it. My flashlight sucks. I think I got it from a dollar store. I made a mental note to buy a decent light source. I took a few pictures, there was a heap of clothes in one corner. Compliments of my friend, as seeing how I deleted my pictures from the shack...
Ahh, the infamous Hooker Boots...
The Eerie Locker. (And yes, that's me in the picture, trying to take a picture of my cut hand, as you can see if you look closely I have pulled my left glove up and was trying to expose it for a shot. I never did get a picture haha..)
I felt afraid that I was going to get Aids or something from staying in the shack too long with open cuts, so we left. I suggested we find a 711 or something, so I could buy some hydrogen peroxide and band-aids for my hurty spots. We caught the bus, and got the purchases.
The rest of the night was rather uneventful, just us wandering around neighbourhoods, and a few of my "tourist shots" came in here.
Self titled, I believe.
I had no idea this beautiful building ever existed. 
And yeah, that's about it. We went home.
As a reflection, I learned a couple do's and don'ts. It was a learning experience, and I am only motivated to go out and do it again, from learning from my mistakes. It's New Years Eve tonight... And everyone will be partying and drinking... What a perfect chance for some exploring... Until next time-
CLOAK-AND-DAGGER - INTO THE UNKNOWN!
[last edit 1/1/2006 4:51 AM by cloak-and-dagger - edited 2 times]
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