"So what do ya think? Cool entrance huh?" TC asked, handing me my cold medal tripod, glimmering in the beam of sunlight pouring down the manhole shaft we had just scaled down. Considering, I slowly extending my hand toward the camera gear, sharpening my senses to suit the subterranean venue, ...read more...

American Rubber is big. And not like some of those industrial ruins outside of St. Louis were big (because American is in great condition), or like a certain Midwestern Asylum was big (because industrial and institutional are so different). American Rubber is... well, it's huge. When I look around at ...read more...

Usually the rooftop of a building is the last relaxation spot before an explorer goes home, but this is not the case for Gold Medal Flour, a towering neon-crowned gem of Minneapolis. From a subterranean line of half-flooded tunnel to the hypnotic glow of the electric sign that has become ...read more...

[Texting with a local explorer, Marku.] "Did you get the rope?" "No... but we can get some at Menards or something." "Sure, there's one by your house, right?" "Yeah, on the way to the drain, actually... you still sure we need it?" "Need? No, but it would make it a lot nicer if we ...read more...

In 2006, as a last hurrah after transferring to a college off the plains, my friends and I attempted a subterranean infiltration of the then-active "Fergus Falls Regional Treatment Center." We came up dry and defeated, discovering a route through the abandoned steam tunnels only to be thwarted by a ...read more...