This reminds me that I need to go back into this tunnel soon and walk the entire length of it.
No joke, I went here with Charlene and we had every eye looking at us. Really really really out of place here so we got out of there quick!
This video was posted this past summer, a few months after I went in to the Budd Plant in North Philly. To this day, this is one of my favorite spots I've ever had the pleasure of going into. The scale is massive and the whole thing seemed like an unending labyrinth. In some ways, it reminded me of being inside Michigan Central Station (maybe because I was alone).
Anyway, there's some really good commentary here from a former worker.
These videos here are from the same amazing YouTube channel known as CharlieBo313. I once did this same thing -- driving around in North Philly -- and came across a man who owned a chicken and horse farm. Was so unusual but very cool. Maybe I'll do this at night one day.
Turning 30 feels much the same (so far) as being 29. Or 28. Or 27. Or 26. Maybe even 25. Earlier this past fall when my 30th birthday was on the horizon, I wasn't quite sure how to celebrate it. I was drained from a tough summer and much of me just wanted to recoil and be away. So the only way I knew how was to get away to a place I knew the odds of running into somebody would be slim. Hello Philadelphia.
This is the former Budd Railcar Factory. It's a giant piece of real estate located along some freight rails between Germantown and North Philly. Next to the Packard Auto Plant in Detroit, I think this is one of the largest single abandoned structures I've ever been inside. It was awesome and exactly what I needed. Just some peace and quiet in a place to contemplate the decade of life that just ended.
In some ways, much of this trip (see part 1 here) was a repeat of my very first trip to Detroit in my early 20s. Both were done on a whim (I decided to do both the night before) and both were exciting because of the pure joy of exploring a place that I wasn't quite 100% sure I'd even get into. Luck was on my side. God was making sure I wasn't going to fall into a hole and die.
I won't go into the history of this place since I'm quite certain I'll get some part of it wrong, but I think I finally know why I do these trips by myself. It's sort of a long, drawn-out 2-part trip. The first part is just me, scoping the place out, going in alone, and making sure it'd be ok to bring somebody else along. Detroit was like that. And I thought Philly would be like that too. And maybe it will be. I just don't know with who.