Now, I hate spiders.
I mean HATE with a burning, seething passion of death and stuff.
I become three years old and cower. I just abso-freaking-lutely cannot deal.
So, this particular place was pretty difficult for me.
No epic escapes, but plenty of me being a big baby and making Jay touch everything.
If you’re like me, don’t continue to scroll.
I’m serious and don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Some of these pictures still give me the Heeby-Jeebies.
So, with the warning in place if you still wanna continue here we go:
Again, we find ourselves an hour away from home aaaannnddd…
Unfamiliar territory and a barely smart phone.
(We’re really good at this if you couldn’t tell.)
Driving through street after street we logically determine the large rusted towers on the horizon are our goal.
As non-shadily as possible we park my tank of a caravan and walk over a bridge to, well, at this point we don’t even know what.
But it looks abandoned? So yes?
Halfway over this bridge we spy this adorable couple getting wedding pictures taken barely inside the trail leading to the building.
(Two second pause for the “awee”)
Cue the popo ripping around the corner! Chaos ensues! Oh the tragedy!
Just kidding, calm down.
Though this rather plump, not very happy officer did pull up and put the ultimate damper on this couple’s happy nuptials.
Were we in the new Super Troopers?
After Mr. Buzzkill begrudgingly left satisfied that he had peed in someone’s cheerios for the day we looked both ways and darted down an overgrown path into the first open door we could find.
And it began.
And then we get to the room from literal hell.
It’s really dark.
Spider webs. EVERYWHERE.
Not those little, cute Charlotte’s Web kinda things, these were thick, huge haunted house you’re plunging to your death, 8th layer of hell, kinda webs.
Cue me sobbing in the middle of the room (because there were webs in every corner…)
THAT’S NOT DIRT PEOPLE.
Instead of the normal history synopsis I am leaving you with this link : http://www.buffalohistoryworks.com/grain/history/history.htm
Because they have more fun facts and details than I could possibly ever hope to give you. Sigh.
Back to the 8th layer… I mean the Grain Elevator…
Moving carefully and waving the flashlight around in front of me to thwart any spiderwebs, we go room by room.
This location was really spectacular because of all the equipment left behind.
Old gloves, the grain carts, thermoses, tools, and …. dead things.
DO YOU SEE THOSE WEBS. GAH.
Oh, and I mentioned dead things right.
Nope. Nope. Nope.
It was probably part of a real like Arachnophobia and I’m not looking to be the next victim.
Alright, besides the infestation of deathly arachnids this place was pretty epic.
We must have gone at the right time of day because the light coming through was beautiful.
Then there was the fact that everything was 20 times my size…
Wrapping up this easy explore was a trip around the outside of the building.
As we walked along the bridge back to the car checking ourselves for spider stowaways, per our usual MO of close calls and being really lucky the police officer from earlier made another round by the building.
I guess he hadn’t ruined enough people’s breakfast cereal, yet.
Lucked out again.
Now time to find our way back home.
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See you Space Cowboy.