There is an abandoned mansion in one of the outlying communities of San Diego. It was build back in the 60's and abandoned some time in the 80's from what we can tell. there's a large main house that is 2 stories and probably between 4,000 and 5,000 square feet. it has been gutted, vandalized, and destroyed for the most part... but that just makes it more interesting. These pictures are the only ones I have on this computer, the others are on my desktop...and who uses those anyway? sitting at a desk is for chumps... wait... I sit at a desk at work... damnit.
Anyway; the night we went up the first time was by far the largest group. a friend who had been there once before was our sherpa, as it were. You have to stealthily drive threw a very well to do neighborhood and park on the street. which in this area is suspicious in and of itself. Then you have to sneak threw 2 holes of a golf course surrounded by these houses under cover of darkness and avoid the random little ropes that they put along the cart paths. Once you're threw the golf course you scale a small fence to get to a service road. The next 2 miles are up hill and unmaintined. the best nights are the ones with a full moon, so you can see where you're going without flashlights, it's not illegal to be on the maintenance road, but you don't want to have someone keep an eye on you until you sneak back through all the other areas to get out. The hike up was a little rough on me, but not nearly as bad as my chain smoking and currently drinking-as-we-hike friends. We had to stop a couple times for some of them.
After about 90 minutes we made it to the top (it was around 1230 when we got there). over the next 2 hours the following things occured:
one of our friends decided to jump through the hole where a skylight used to be onto the island in the kitchen, attempting some hardcore parkour and nearly ate shit.
Another friend practiced his hatchet throwing with one of the walls with my hatchet.
I woke up a very angry hive of bees living in one of the walls, luckily it was cold enough only 3 bees came out.
we went on the roof for a group picture then attempted to climb down the stairs that were missing the stairs, we nearly lost one friend in the process.
There are 2 other houses, a giant drained pool, and a series of corrugated steel sheds that was as big as a house. my friends nearly collapsed the roof of that by sitting on it.
the final act of nearly killing ourselves was one friend attempting to remove what looked like a water heater on the roof of the smallest of the 3 houses. the first few kicks and it didn't budge, but the 3rd or 4th sent it flying off the roof and almost onto a very drunk friend stumbling out of the house at that moment.
I will not tell you where it is. because i don't know you. and i really i could have written this better, but that takes away from the time i could be looking at suicide girls. so here's pictures.
approaching the mansion, the remnants of a washing machine.
hatchet throwing!
the view
i hunt zombies
exiting the roof
Anyway; the night we went up the first time was by far the largest group. a friend who had been there once before was our sherpa, as it were. You have to stealthily drive threw a very well to do neighborhood and park on the street. which in this area is suspicious in and of itself. Then you have to sneak threw 2 holes of a golf course surrounded by these houses under cover of darkness and avoid the random little ropes that they put along the cart paths. Once you're threw the golf course you scale a small fence to get to a service road. The next 2 miles are up hill and unmaintined. the best nights are the ones with a full moon, so you can see where you're going without flashlights, it's not illegal to be on the maintenance road, but you don't want to have someone keep an eye on you until you sneak back through all the other areas to get out. The hike up was a little rough on me, but not nearly as bad as my chain smoking and currently drinking-as-we-hike friends. We had to stop a couple times for some of them.
After about 90 minutes we made it to the top (it was around 1230 when we got there). over the next 2 hours the following things occured:
one of our friends decided to jump through the hole where a skylight used to be onto the island in the kitchen, attempting some hardcore parkour and nearly ate shit.
Another friend practiced his hatchet throwing with one of the walls with my hatchet.
I woke up a very angry hive of bees living in one of the walls, luckily it was cold enough only 3 bees came out.
we went on the roof for a group picture then attempted to climb down the stairs that were missing the stairs, we nearly lost one friend in the process.
There are 2 other houses, a giant drained pool, and a series of corrugated steel sheds that was as big as a house. my friends nearly collapsed the roof of that by sitting on it.
the final act of nearly killing ourselves was one friend attempting to remove what looked like a water heater on the roof of the smallest of the 3 houses. the first few kicks and it didn't budge, but the 3rd or 4th sent it flying off the roof and almost onto a very drunk friend stumbling out of the house at that moment.
I will not tell you where it is. because i don't know you. and i really i could have written this better, but that takes away from the time i could be looking at suicide girls. so here's pictures.
approaching the mansion, the remnants of a washing machine.
hatchet throwing!
the view
i hunt zombies
exiting the roof
kay:
ha ha.