Now, I know you’ve been used to grand tales that are riddled with chaos and close calls, but this particular adventure is dull in comparison.
Sorry to bum you out, but it was still a fun easy in with some really interesting pictures for your viewing pleasure.
Now with our close call at the last train station we played it safe and went to, you guessed it, more trains! An abandoned train yard.
History time, kiddos!
This train yard was an important division point and car classification yard for the Lehigh valley railroad and, at one time, the largest facility in the world. As a division point, crews and locomotives were exchanged. This helped get freight cars on the right track to deliver goods. Support services included a 30 stall roundhouse, a coaling tower, facilities for ash removal, train maintenance and car repair, a control tower, a yard office, an icehouse and a bunkhouse restaurant. When the Pennsylvania railroad failed in the mid 60s the yard didn’t serve a purpose any longer and closed most of it’s opperations.
Nerd stuff, yay!
So, this one was 45 minutes from us and we took Jay’s car…..which has no AC….needless to say it was hotter than tatooine.
We got there and parked at the local dollar tree. Trying to be sneaky we walked around the building all adrenaline filled only to realize the building was wide open….and gutted. Boo.
It might have been empty, but the graffiti was epic.
We entered and looked around finding our way to this deteriorating office space. Recklessly pushing through the debris I forgot the cardinal rule to “look where you’re freaking stepping, idjit!”
Annnddd cue nail in my foot. I mean, I should have been wearing boots and not sneakers, but 19 year olds. Yanno?
Limping through the rest of the adventure we get to some shacks on the property. Inside we find underwear, hats, the usual weird stuff.
Normal exploration stuff. Shrug.
By now, even in my absolutely not adventure appropriate clothing, I’m dying of heat and beg Jay to get ice cream.
Or I’ll die, obviously.
We get ice cream from the super shady dollar store and get in the car to go home. Quickly realizing the hot wind from the AC-less vehicle is melting my treat faster than I can consume it.
With Jay cackling beside me at my struggle I curse him and concentrate on the sticky 45 minutes home.
Overall nothing to thrilling, but we needed a calm walk through after the first three debacles and we did get some pretty sweet pictures.
Urban exploring to me isn’t always about the next biggest, creepiest thing. The small and void can still hold things worth seeing. Don’t limit yourself.
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