I miss urbexing a lot. Like, a lot a lot. My love for it hasn’t dwindled, though my activity certainly has. I don’t think that I got to explore at all last year, and with a broken camera, I’m not sure about this year, either. Sighhhhh.
So for my TBT post, here’s one of my early urbexing trips, the one where our little group banded together. It was the best of times, but it was also the worst of times.
We were lucky in that the security guard never saw us. He was sitting right outside this door, smoking a cigarette in his car. This meant we couldn’t go see the other building, but we had access to about 80% of the place.
We had met on meetup.com, the Mid-Atlantic Urban Explorers. This was the first and only real meetup done with the group. I’m still a member, but everyone is so suspicious of everyone else that it’s basically a dead group. Damn, there is just so much drama there!
Those balls were everywhere. I should’ve taken one. What were they?
I’ve never understood how stuff gets abandoned. I get the buildings, but the chair? I’m sure it used to be really nice and actually worth some money. Why wouldn’t you take it?
The graffiti was give or take. I wasn’t too impressed with it. I was more interested in how nature was reclaiming this whole building.
I plan on doing more urbexing posts for TBTs. I have a lot to talk about with them, and I don’t know why, but haven’t posted my stories/photos yet!