Monday May the Twenty-forth
Holy Crap it's been a while since I last updated. I've a number of good excuses though.
Contents
-Clinton
-Invisible Lawrence
The Clinton
So ex-president Bill Clinton graced our fair Lawrence Kansas with a visit last friday. It was interesting to see him and Bob Dole in the flesh. The speach itself wasn't terribly inspiring, I'm not sure what was on his mind but he seemed distracted. Maybe it was the sweltering heat in Allen Fieldhouse. All in all I suppose it was worth the 6+ hours I waited to get tickets and such, if only for the liberal braging rights, right?
Invisible Lawrence 1.02
Beneath the University of Kansas lays a network of dark, hot and humid, tunnels that run for miles... The cieling above your head is made of bricks and mortar and the floor beneath your feet is rock and mud.
Gaining entrance into the catacombs I found myself In a well lit, if cramped, tunnel, the floor is a off-colored chalky dirt, and one must be of small stature of some skill at flexibility to manage thier way. If your lucky, the height of the ceiling in this first tunnle (which is about 4 and a half feet high) is the only immediate challenge, if your Unlucky, It's been raining and the floor is various states of strange orange-yellow chalky mud, Being unlucky I had to proceed crouched, and duck-walk and kneel clutching my flashlight (for the unlit areas) and my iron bar (for the unknown) close.
I came to a 'T' In the tunnel, on my first expidition down into the tunnels I found the path to the right leads only to an apparant dead-end, On my seccond expidition at this 'T' I came upon something strange; Bare human footprints sunk deep into the mud that seemed to approach the 'T' and then stop, There on the ground was a discarded hospital gown, This set the mind a wandering wondering if this other barefooted and presumably naked person still lurked in the shadows. Putting this out of mind I took the path on the left pipes soon crowd the path making process slow to the end of the tunnel, where an opening in the wall reveals yeilds entrance into the main tunnel network. It also reveals the blistering steam-heat of the tunnels, and this is the seccond challenge.
The tunnels lead on for miles and miles, lit (if your fortunate). To date I have found exits into several basements of various buildings on campus, usually these are blocked by an iron gate, usually to little effect (easily bypassed if one looks hard enough).
The seccond expidition ended in seeming failure beneath the power-station on campus. We (Myself and Nathan) were separated from our third party member, James upon being discovered by the night watchman beneath the powerstation. James laid-low (having climbed up on top of a platform) as me and Nathan made our egress into the tunnel which by which we entered. We waited and attempted to go back for him, but the watchman was still on the prowl. We reluctantly gave up and left. Later that night James returned to us, alive and unscathed with quite the story of excape.
Pictures Forthcoming!
Holy Crap it's been a while since I last updated. I've a number of good excuses though.
Contents
-Clinton
-Invisible Lawrence
The Clinton
So ex-president Bill Clinton graced our fair Lawrence Kansas with a visit last friday. It was interesting to see him and Bob Dole in the flesh. The speach itself wasn't terribly inspiring, I'm not sure what was on his mind but he seemed distracted. Maybe it was the sweltering heat in Allen Fieldhouse. All in all I suppose it was worth the 6+ hours I waited to get tickets and such, if only for the liberal braging rights, right?
Invisible Lawrence 1.02
Beneath the University of Kansas lays a network of dark, hot and humid, tunnels that run for miles... The cieling above your head is made of bricks and mortar and the floor beneath your feet is rock and mud.
Gaining entrance into the catacombs I found myself In a well lit, if cramped, tunnel, the floor is a off-colored chalky dirt, and one must be of small stature of some skill at flexibility to manage thier way. If your lucky, the height of the ceiling in this first tunnle (which is about 4 and a half feet high) is the only immediate challenge, if your Unlucky, It's been raining and the floor is various states of strange orange-yellow chalky mud, Being unlucky I had to proceed crouched, and duck-walk and kneel clutching my flashlight (for the unlit areas) and my iron bar (for the unknown) close.
I came to a 'T' In the tunnel, on my first expidition down into the tunnels I found the path to the right leads only to an apparant dead-end, On my seccond expidition at this 'T' I came upon something strange; Bare human footprints sunk deep into the mud that seemed to approach the 'T' and then stop, There on the ground was a discarded hospital gown, This set the mind a wandering wondering if this other barefooted and presumably naked person still lurked in the shadows. Putting this out of mind I took the path on the left pipes soon crowd the path making process slow to the end of the tunnel, where an opening in the wall reveals yeilds entrance into the main tunnel network. It also reveals the blistering steam-heat of the tunnels, and this is the seccond challenge.
The tunnels lead on for miles and miles, lit (if your fortunate). To date I have found exits into several basements of various buildings on campus, usually these are blocked by an iron gate, usually to little effect (easily bypassed if one looks hard enough).
The seccond expidition ended in seeming failure beneath the power-station on campus. We (Myself and Nathan) were separated from our third party member, James upon being discovered by the night watchman beneath the powerstation. James laid-low (having climbed up on top of a platform) as me and Nathan made our egress into the tunnel which by which we entered. We waited and attempted to go back for him, but the watchman was still on the prowl. We reluctantly gave up and left. Later that night James returned to us, alive and unscathed with quite the story of excape.
Pictures Forthcoming!