I was determined that, someday, I would find a way down there to explore the ruins. That day came this summer, and it all started with a sign - a closed sign, yes, but a sign that we were on the right path.
The hike down was an interesting one, beginning with a peek into some nearby ruins of the water treatment plant.
Further down the trail we found the usual assortment of junked cars, along with some wheels that I suspect are remnants of the old railway that used to run along the river.
When we turned the next corner, and saw the gaping mouths stretched along the river, we knew we had made it.
From there . . . well, I'll let the photos speak for themselves.
. . . to be continued.
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