The Swift Meat Packing Plant Ruins, 2nd expedition: Part III
Continuing where we left off...

This building held hundreds of pounds of salt. 

In addition to this giant pile of the stuff, there was also a huge bin about 5' deep, 5' wide, and maybe 30' long that was roughly half-filled (or half-empty if you prefer, Mr. Cranky).


Here's a close-up.  Underneath all that dirt was this giant salt crystal.

And, yes, I still wear Converse when I'm not in rubber boots.


Apparently the salt was carried upstairs by one of the two conveyers in the building.  For reference, the "scoops" on the chain are about 6" wide.

Here's the top floor where we almost had our eyes gouged out by a pigeon who circled the room a full half-dozen times trying to get out until Mike stepped out of the doorway and he went through. 

Why the stupid bird didn't fly through any of the multitude of holes in the ceiling and walls is beyond me.


Moving on to the next building...

While there wasn't all that much in the complex I hadn't seen (just a few of the smaller buildings), I still hadn't made it into the basement of this large one.  Thankfully, Mike had a flashlight with him this time.

The basement turned out to be almost as big as the rest of the floors, but the sound of dripping water had a really weird musical quality to it that is impossible to describe since I'm running out of space in this caption.


A little further back in the basement you could see several places where debris had literally poured into the place through holes in the walls.

We moved on upstairs where there was more light and fewer ghosts...

...and Mike cut a rap album, but needs someone to work on his image.  Yo, it's supposed to be a clock 'round ya neck, sucka, not a camera!

Here's a better shot of the collapsed power station as viewed from the roof.

Finally, we finished up in the old slaughterhouse in the southwestern corner of the complex.

And here's the biggest swarm of ghost orbs you've probably see in a while. 

Quick, call Dr. Egon!


Outside the slaughterhouse is the collapsed roof across which Dani and I ran to make our escape the last time we were here.

Additional details about this trip can be found in a more lengthy write-up posted on my Journal page.  Jump right to the account of this expedition here.  See also this entry for more history.

Alexplored 3/5/05. 
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