Our first house!
Not what you think.
This little spur of the moment stop opened up a whole new world to us.
Magic carpet and all.
Scene set: DEAD OF FREAKING WINTER, CANT FEEL YOUR FINGERS, STAY INSIDE YOU IDIOTS.
NOPE, WE SHOULD EXPLORE!
So. Much. Snow,
The house was off a main road, so we couldn’t park in the driveway, but there was a park down the street.
With the wind chill in the negatives it’s really smart to walk half a mile. Right?
By the time we trudged through the snow drifts to the house we were glad to just be on the back porch.
They might as well have left a “Come on in” sign because we pulled on the handle and walked right in.
We didn’t know what to expect having never explored abandoned houses before and we were in for a doozy.
I mean. Damn.
What kind of fruit is that even.
And how much mixed fruit can you have!?
Lots, the answer is lots.
As I was standing in awe at the mess and the smell, Jay was pushing through to the refrigerator.
Decoratively topped with empty booze bottles and kindly left full of decomposing dairy.
Yum! Anyone for a glass of milk? Parm on that moldy fruit?
I took a few more pictures around the kitchen and Jay ventured to the living room.
Now, the living room didn’t seem livable at all, but was the cleanest room in the house.
If that’s any consolation to how gross the rest of the place was….because there was a garbage can in the middle of the room…
Bedrooms next. Passing an ancient vacuum and the bathroom.
This bathroom would give your mother nightmares. Your mother’s mother’s mother.
SOMEONE PUT THEIR BOOTY ON THAT.
The irony of those toilet brushes.
About face, to the first bedroom.
Back to the vacuum.
Outside the door more irony.
Ancient on a rug literally made of dirt.
Pushing past our giggles we climbed into the room.
It happened to be where all the cool things were and by cool things I mostly mean dead things.
Yeah, I wasn’t kidding when I said dead things.
Like, dude collected stuff.
Now, lets address the SPAM part of this story.
There was a notebook with recipes, the page it was open to was vanilla ice cream and … SPAM.
Next bedroom? I think yes.
Nothing but tighty whities and things I didn’t want to touch.
As always, Jay wanted to look through the gross.
When he had finished we decided to tackle the basement…. if we could get down there.
Carefully maneuvering down the cluttered stairs into the basement hung with a low ceiling we immediately knew we were in for some more weird.
Peaches, anyone? With a side of mouse nest?
Canned goods don’t go bad right? From 1983….
Tools, car batteries, pie tins, garbage, so much garbage….
After shuffling around through the clutter of everything you could ever imagine a person accumulating I realized I could no longer really feel my hands, so time to go.
Out the back and into the tundra. Stopping only for some quick external shots of the house then running back along the road to keep our body temperature up.
Like I said, our first house.
Before this we never even considered these a viable form of urban exploring, but nothing is more urban than a house, right?
You know the drill, the same as every week.
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