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Sara Johnsen
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Alltime Score: 1639 points
Last Logged In: April 3rd, 2009
BADGE: Journey To The End Of The Night TEAM: 761 Oak Street


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Urban Exploration 1 by Sara Johnsen, Britt ++, Orion, Cameron, Jason

July 16th, 2006 1:36 PM

INSTRUCTIONS: Explore an abandoned building or set of abandoned buildings. Sutro baths, Presidio bunkers, etc.

Britt Crawford: I had seen the building from the bridge the week before. It was a decaying shack precariously built on some rocks jutting out into the bay. When we arrived we discovered that there were several hundred yards of fenced-off access road between us the building. Most of us debated whether we could make it all the way out there without being caught, and I think we were on the verge of turning back when Cameron said, "I'll go out there and scout it out," and dove under the fence. Well, he didn't dive under the fence, he clambered (Sara) down some rocks and climbed through a hole in the fence but that didn't seem to really convey boldness and resolve, which he had while the rest of us were wavering.

After a minute he came back and said the coast was clear and we all went under the fence. We walked down the dirt road past some slag piles and came upon a deer. It was not afraid of us at all and let us get within 15' or so to take pictures. People shouted at us from the bridge and we waved at them.

We got to the building and crossed a concrete pathway with a broken railing that lead out onto the rocks and into the structure. Just as I was going inside the foghorn blew, and scared the hell out me! It was incredibly loud. Inside the building was crumbling. There were two huge rusting boilers in the far corner, possibly to power an older steam-powered foghorn. We stayed inside for a while taking pictures, recording a message for this proof and putting up some sf0 stickers.

We walked back and explored the bunkers a bit. Then we decided to go to Sausalito, which as Orion aptly pointed out, "is for douche-bags". His point was made even further by the pink dress-shirt wearing Biff that gave us the stink-eye as soon as we pulled into town.

Orion Kellogg:
Check out this page for more pictures...

Basically, we snuck into this underneath the Golden Gate Bridge. Quite a remarkable place to be with a great view of the bridge and a lot of fantastic sounds competing with one another. We most likely narrowly avoided our run-in with the police...word is still out if we were lucky enough to avoid lead poisoning, too.

Cameron Suey:

There was some trepidation at first; but I was dead set as soon as I saw the building: a lonely little crumbled shack beneath the bridge, forlornly jutting out of the marin penninsula. A quick scouting expidition showed that the path to Lime Point was unimpeded, and we scuttled beneath the barricade, and hustled out ot the point. If we were stopped, I planned to tell them that I dropped my keys from the bridge... Not a great albi, but it turns out, we never needed it.

There was a narrow stone walkway out to the actual building on the point, with twisted metal handholds seemingly bent over in the high winds. This walkway opened into a small brick courtyard that preceded the structure itself. The buiding was in poor shape. It's masonry was crumbling; it's floors were cluttered with debris (including one debatably charged shredded wire), and it's walls were covered in graffiti. The wind whistled through the holes were window once stood, and two twin rusted boilers stood in the corner. The outside sported two newer pieces of scaffolding, where a small strobe light blinked, and a mighty loud foghorn wailed. A recording of this foghorn can be found here, for your listening pleasure:



  • Further thrilling evidence can be found here, via YouTube, in the form of video.


  • When we had had our fill, we made our back out and under the fence, having only been seen by a thousand tourists above on the bridge, and not a single person of authority.

    Yes, the rumors are true. We did venture into the homogonzied streets of sausalito to sup upon what we'd heard was "cheap" food (~30$ a head). Sausalito is a beautiful little lie of a seaside community; It looks like it was constructed for a Disneyland for the 40 and over set. There was a man balancing rocks on the shore, and a strange man with a parrot and a telescope like device. There were only four types of shops: Confectionarries, Boutiques, Expensive Cafes, and Art Galleries.

    The town was packed that hot afternoon; full of city kids on rented bikes, and stumbling out-of-towners with children in tow. Walking among them all, like smug phantoms, were the locals... Dressed uniformly in golf and polo shirts tucked into kakhi shorts; berkinstocks and suede billed baseball caps. My disaster of a car got more than a few filthy looks, and thier mirrored sunglasses did little to hide thier disdain.

    Sausalito would be great, if you just forcibly reloacted the populace, and allowed residents of the Tenderloin to homestead.

    Sara J:

    in cameron's giant white car, we crossed the bridge through a cloud, parked somewhere nearby and walked up as close as we could get to the base of the bridge and the foghorn station, where a fence blocked the way, with warnings and threats to trespassers. we climbed down towards the water, where a gap between the fence and ground allowed us to slip through to the forbidden side. a pier full of tourists paid us some attention, and people up above on the bridge waved and shouted greetings as we walked down the dirt road closer to the base of the bridge. we startled a beautiful black deer with enormous ears, who sneezed at us from the bushes as we passed. up some crumbling stairs, across a tiny forlorn courtyard in a strong wind, down wooden steps on the other side, and into a peeling, flaking, empty little building that shakes with wind and the thrum of the foghorn housed there. the room was long and narrow, with glass-less windows open to the water. two great rusted boilers hulking in the far corner. several trapdoors in the floor, rusted shut. old beer cans, a tshirt, loose pieces of plaster that had fallen away from the brick walls. a long dirty table. a longer wire hanging from the ceiling of bare rafters. giant human and cat faces spraypainted on the wall, and corey XXXXX here. another room off to the right, with a mysterious ceiling. an amazing view of the bridge. i was sure for the first half of this that we were going to get accosted, but having not been accosted, felt invincible for the rest of the day.

    jason scott hackman: it seemed like it took us forever to get out of town. cam picked me up first in the sunset, then we drove to the haight fillmore to pick up orion and sara, and then to portrero to pick up britt. then up van ness through the slow stop start stop traffic of a sunny saturday afternoon. by the time we got to out task location it seemed like a couple hours had passed.

    the point is, it was too long and too far to go just to be turned back by a fence and a couple of signs. so when cameron had come back from scouting for additional security and gave us the all clear, there was no question of us going back without completing the task.

    the expedition has already been well decribed by others on our team and the pictures say the rest. my review: two thumbs up. awesome awesome awesome.

    not mentioned, however, was a somewhat more dangerous venture into the well-charted, off-white painted wasteland britt was clever enough to rename stepfordtown (formerly known as sausalito). there we witnessed the horror of affluent liberal society in polo shirts and titlist caps. were it not for the fish and crab and blackberry lemonade and portibello mushroom towers and the incredible bay view from horizon's restaurant, i would have surely declared a class war that day. fortunately for them, after the big meal and all the walking i was too sleepy to start a revolution.

    a sidenote: cameron accidentally left his flashlight with me. too bad. it would be a shame if something were to happen to it.... (to be continued.)

    - smaller

    Lime33.jpg

    Lime33.jpg


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    DSC01958.jpg


    Recording of the foghorns


    The Approach.jpg

    The Approach.jpg


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    DSC01962.jpg


    For our safety...

    For our safety...


    The Site.jpg

    The Site.jpg


    Lead Poisoning

    Lead Poisoning

    From the paint on the bridge


    Stay out!

    Stay out!

    These warning signs asked us not to go any further...


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    DSC01960.jpg


    A weaknes is found

    A weaknes is found

    Down here, though, there was a hole in the fence big enough for us to crawl through.


    cam scouting ahead.

    cam scouting ahead.


    The way in

    The way in


    the approach

    the approach


    On our way...

    On our way...


    urban explorers

    urban explorers


    Beautiful view of the bridge

    Beautiful view of the bridge


    The Bridge.jpg

    The Bridge.jpg


    Awesome

    Awesome


    bridge and clouds

    bridge and clouds


    more bridge, more clouds

    more bridge, more clouds


    more bridge

    more bridge


    That's why they have a foghorn...

    That's why they have a foghorn...


    The Bay to our left...

    The Bay to our left...


    Deer

    Deer

    We weren't alone.


    In the construction site beneath the bridge

    In the construction site beneath the bridge


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    DSC01961.jpg


    Our Destination

    Our Destination


    exterior

    exterior


    Inside

    Inside


    Rusty

    Rusty


    The Graffiti.jpg

    The Graffiti.jpg


    boilers

    boilers


    Decay

    Decay


    The Shack

    The Shack


    urban explorers 2

    urban explorers 2


    Jason on the inside

    Jason on the inside


    cameron

    cameron


    urban explorers

    urban explorers


    staged photo

    staged photo


    the face

    the face


    eye

    eye


    corey xxxx here

    corey xxxx here


    cat face

    cat face


    cat eye

    cat eye


    beautiful window

    beautiful window


    Out the window

    Out the window


    bottom of bridge

    bottom of bridge


    the view

    the view


    table and rubble

    table and rubble


    Tagged

    Tagged


    This sticker fell

    This sticker fell


    the exit

    the exit


    whence we came

    whence we came


    From a distance

    From a distance


    Jason at the end of the movie.jpg

    Jason at the end of the movie.jpg


    Rock Balancing.jpg

    Rock Balancing.jpg


    Rock Balancing 2.jpg

    Rock Balancing 2.jpg



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    lovely.
    posted by ambitron indifornian on July 16th, 2006 3:40 PM

    such beautiful pictures! im so jealous!

    you guys are awesome, as usual.

    i wish i could give ten votes!

    some find
    posted by spotlight skullshines on July 16th, 2006 8:38 PM

    shit, i'm really gonna have to check that out sometime.

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    posted by Rubin Starset on July 17th, 2006 10:14 AM

    I love how there are random photos from Journey to The End of The Night spliced in.

    Journey
    posted by Cameron on July 17th, 2006 10:21 AM

    Yeah, that's really wierd. If you look at them on the page, they are the wrong photos, but if you click on them to see them close up, you see the photos from our adventure.

    I meant to ask Britt about that.

    Journey Pics
    posted by Britt ++ on July 17th, 2006 10:28 AM

    Weird. I don't see them at all. I only see the photos from Saturday.

    Journey Pics
    posted by Rubin Starset on July 17th, 2006 12:27 PM

    Click on the larger photo button thing.

    Journey Pics
    posted by Britt ++ on July 17th, 2006 1:09 PM

    Oh yeah. That's really strange. I uploaded both of those sets of pics by emailing them to my media sector. Maybe its a site bug.

    (no subject)
    posted by Sean Mahan on July 18th, 2006 7:54 PM

    Site bug indeed! You were just imaging those pictures of Ian standing on an orb...

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    posted by Jackie Hasa on July 24th, 2006 1:15 PM

    I'm really into tasks that involve sneaking into buildings.