Phalen / Trout Brook

Hey folks. It's about time we got down to some serious exploring. Actually, that time was a few weeks ago but here we are nonetheless. We left off last time empty-handed while scouting for the Phalen drain, but this time we struck gold.

Jacques and I had gone out previously and located the outfall of the Phalen drain, only to find that a canoe would be necessary to enter Phalen by outfall. So began yesterday's search for a secondary entrance with Rooster and Franklin that ended up with us deep in a cold, wet drain up to our shins in freezing creek water.

We had a pretty good idea where to find this side entrance, so we set out from the car, down a bunch of hills and began our search in the bowels of Saint Paul. It did take quite a bit of wandering around to finally pin down the entrance, and in the end we heard and smelled the entrance before seeing it. The entrance turned out to be a creek that intermittently disappeared into tunnels underground before resurfacing again 100 feet later. Pleased at having found the entrance to Phalen at last, we happily jumped right into the trench and started ambling off.

We were a little confused for a few minutes: why was the flow of water going away the Mississippi? Where we were standing, the water seemed to flow NW while the river was clearly SE of us. We went with our guts, disregarded logic and trudged downstream and underground into a large, rectangular drain.


We quickly realized that we made a mistake by not going out to buy some knee-high boots before this expedition, we were going through not only cold water, but through some deep mud. Goxkok, in front, has some tall rubber boots from canoeing trips in the past, and so he tested the mud for deep spots and the folks without proper foot protection followed closely. The drain quickly doubled in size as a second tunnel with rushing water joined ours and we found ourselves standing in a behemoth. This drain must have been more then 16 feet across and 10 feet tall with strange, ripple cieling made with pretty red bricks. The base of the drain also was pretty, with brickwork covering the floor.



At the first intersection of the BigAssTunnel and the LoudAssTunnel, we took a hard left and abled up the LAT towards what looked like a spout, pouring water into the drain at a quick pace. As we got closer, however, the water kept getting deeper and deeper, and without boots, none of us wanted to continue getting soaked. We backtracked to try our luck with the BigAssTunnel instead.

The BAT was certainly not boring like other drains we had been in, there was lots to look at. The walls were all colored orange and black, with srings leaking into the drain from all sides. Dropshafts peppered the walls and very very old stepirons led up to manhole covers just a few feet above the top of the drain.


There were also tons of smaller pipes pouring water into the drain, some of which were very corroded with bright colors and nasty looking deposits, like this one


We also came across a strange protrusion in the drain floor that ended up being part of the brickwork being pushed upwards into the drain by some unknown force. This sort of gives you the idea of what the floor of the drain looks like...pretty bricks.


We ended up at another junction in the drain where tall cement pillars separated the drain we were in from one that seemed to run parallel to Phalen for as far as we could see. We poked around for a bit at the junction, then decided that this would be a good place to head back in order to return with proper footgear.


We trudged back to the Troutbrook / Phalen divider (at least, thats what we think it is) and slipped and slid through the mud back to the open trench area and quick hopped out ninja-style back onto the sidewalk and declared this night an amazing sucess. Here are the mudsoaked heros, emerging from the mucky depths to fight on another day.


We may not have explored much of the drain, but we found the drain, got into it and discovered a need for more equipment....that compared to the endless stumbling around in the dark we've been doing recently made this expedition a success. We look forward to going back with better gear and more stories! We're hoping to make Phalen a whole day thing, so a long expedition is just around the corner.

- Goxkok

Phalen Scouting

Hey folks

This summer has been fucking nuts, and exploring has gotten a bit shafted because of the insanity this summer has shown.

Earlier in the summer, Jacques and I planned to find the Phalen drain outfall and head into the massive Phalen complex. We trucked out to where the creek hits the Mississippi and walked for a good long bit. We came across a few outfalls, including a very large one that should be the Phalen system. However, similar to the drain in Minneapolis that foiled our exploring plans, this drain would require a boat or something to get into, which we neglected to pack.

We scouted around the area where this huge drain emptied into the Mississippi, coming up with some huge manhole covers. We spied through the holes of the manhole and found a huge tunnel underground, but we did not have the adequate tools to open this fucker, and we were pretty damn close to a large highway...and it was only about 9 or 10 at night.

We brought some hot tea in a thermos Jacques had, so we sat down after our walk and sipped off of hot tea on a chilly night on a nearby bench, contemplating the drain and other possible entrances. Is it a manhole a few blocks away? An outfall in a park nearby? A large grate like Minnehaha?

More research must be done on this drain before we are to enter it. Yet another scouting mission turns up dry.

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We always forget that the biggest part of exploring is the scouting. When people think of "exploring", its always the glorified wandering around in tunnels, getting grimy, seeing amazing shit and telling some great stories. What people (including myself) constantly forget is that most of exploring (at least for us) is poking around in the woods, or the river, or endless reasearch online, or maps or just talking to other trusted explorers.

But hey, that shit is fun too, and makes the drains that much more enjoyable.

Spring 2008

Hey folks

All of the snow is almost melted and we are anxious to get back on track with exploring. The Winter hiatus that began with the epic toe freezing in Lucky 13/St. Anthony Drain deterred us from most underground exploring, but we are back on track and prepared for some grand adventures! MORE EXPLORING!


A visit to the store will provide us with waders so that our feet never get wet again and therefore making our exploring balls grow six sizes! Upcoming updates will include:

•Waterfall Drain
•Phalen/Trout Brook
• ToT
• Tailraces
• Loads of other cool abandoned shit.

Ill never forget extra batteries again <3

-Goxkok

National Geographic Caves

Hey folks

Due to lack of an update for a while Ill throw up a quick recap of a short exploring adventure from a few days back....

I got a call from Jasper asking me if I was free that night to go explorin with Ebenezer. Nothing much was going on that night, so I ran outside and got picked up by Ebenezer in his car with Jasper along in the passenger's seat.

The plan: some interesting sandstone caves on the West Side of the river. We were hoping to explore some extensive caves, though after much mucking around suspiciously along the bluff, we settled for exploring the National Geographic Caves. Jasper led the way and we snuck around an abandoned building and through a small hole into the cave.

Fucking sandy! Sand piles everywhere and getting all over my shoes. It was like being on a beach, minus the heat. And the Sun. We set off into the cave, passing by some cool carved staircases that wound up into the bluffs. I really wanted a photo, but my camera batteries were being a little selective in what they wanted to photograph (blah blah blah I know, bring spares).

Here, Jasper shines a 4D LED Maglite down one of the many long sand passages

The tunnels were maybe ten feet high and wound all through the bluffs. Lots of bats hung hibernating on the walls and we walked carfully around them, carful not to wake the poor bastards up. We came across a table with loads of beer bottles and empty Karkov Vodka handles (classy!) and a threating note to some kids who apparently had been trashing the place.

The most interesting part of the cave system involved a awkward climb up a huge sandy pile. At the top was a huuuge underground room with high arching cielings made of a different kind of rock (limestone mebbe? I dont know my rocks) Tea candles littered the scene and a freaky plastic halloween pumpkin sat on top of the underground hill. I fucking wish I could have gotten a photo of this place, but the camera seriously was on Ambien or something. Ill definetly come back here with more tea lights and ighters galore to take waaay better photos because this subterranean room is really sweet.

Further exploration revealed a lot of storage for what seemed like random junk, mostly scaffolding and other building equipment. We poked around a bit more, and headed back as we all had class tomorrow and it as getting past midnight.

A panic attack was had by all when Ebenezer couldnt find his keys, then we all calmed down 5 minutes later when we got back to the car and they were sitting on his hood!

More on this cave later

-GoxKok

Mouser Week IX Awards Ceremony

Hey folks!

The kickoff to Mouser Week IX was a great opportunity to meet a lot of people from around the Metro Area. We had a great time getting to know so many people from the community and have a chance to talk to some really interesting folks.

We headed out from St. Paul and took 3 different busses to get to the Perkins, the 84, the 16 and the 2. We had no idea what to expect when we got there, so we sort of wandered in awkwardly and were warmly greeted by everyone at the table. Dinner was great: the combonation of the food, conversation and people was perfect. We sat mainly with Katwoman, Gatsby, Ben Again and Jasper, though many others stopped by to chat, get our names and share stories.

Here's a shot of the gang by Ben Again:


After dinner, Franklin, Jacques and I carpooled over to West K with Ben Again and Spaz. We slid awkwardly down the embankment and headed up the drain to the final helix, where we waited for the rest of the group. Spaz and Ben had other plans for the night, so they headed out and we waited with our lights turned off at the foot of the helix.

We sat in the dark, chating as we watched the lights bobbing slowly towards us in the distance: two LEDs, one red light and occasionally Freak's gigantic spotlight lit up the tunnel. Watching these lights coming down the drain was one of the weirdest sights we have ever seen: the lights bobbed mysteriously and hypnotically as we stared them down.

Here are Goxkok, Jacques and Franklin Delano Nothing , after wainting a good 15 mins for people to get to the meeting place.


Then someone who clambered up the slippery incline of slime found a wandering cat in the upper drain levels!! He brought it back down to our level and we found it didnt have an eye and was limping. Someone lent their bag to Freak and he and DC hauled it out of the drain later and brought it to a hospital.


The awards started after Freak lit a few bag lanterns and tea lights and the upper part of the Helix was packed with explorers. Stories were shared, amazing homemade awards were handed out to the winners and still more introductions were being made. So many people to meet!


Jacques, Franklin Delano Nothing and I needed to bus back to Jacques house, so we ducked out right after the awards and trudged with Robin and his fiancee back to the outfall, clambering around and slipping on the huge ice-pwn-wall near the entrance.



We made it back safe to Jacques and passed out after a hot bowl of soup.

Hopefully, this was just the first of a few explorations this week. Check back soon!

-Goxkok

This Upcoming Week

Hey folks!

Mouser Week IX is upon us this weekend, so Franklin, Jacques, Goxkok, Jasper and Hollers will be headed out en masse to Perkins on Sat. to meet up with the rest of the TC gang and watch the awards ceremony and hopefully participate a few times during the coming week of explorations around the Twin Cities.

A solid week of exploration awaits! Stay tuned for harrowing tales and amazing sights!

-GoxKok

ADM Grain Elevators

Hey people. The exploring crew is back and dressed warmly for this brutal Minnesota weather. It was a bit warmer the other day (relative to the chilly past few days) so we decided to get our asses into gear and get out and explore. The freezing cold and our epic toe-freezing of the Lucky 13 / Saint Anthony drain sort of deterred us from water involved explorations.

But, the call of the grain towers proved to be too strong. Even though it was balls cold outside, we go ahold of Franklin and picked his sorry ass up at his house. Adventures ensued:

Jacques and I drive over to the SuperAmerica to fill up his struggling gas tank.

We slam our doors shut to fill up gas and buy rockstar, and realize shortly after that WE FUCKING LOCKED JACQUES KEYS IN HIS CAR! Dammit! We shamefully called up the only other person with a key (his mommy) and she drove over, pissed, and opened the car for us. We got in, and drove off to the West Side to pick up our buddy.

Franklin Delano Nothing was waiting ever patiently for us, and wasted no time in hopping right in. We motored off to Minneapolis along University Avenue and spent at least 10 mins looking for a parking spot suitable for Jacques behemoth of a car.

Parking finished, we looked in front of us at the gigantic building (this picture borrowed from e is for ericka on flickr)
We evaded a simon delivers truck and crawled in a small hole and entered a smelly, dark and grain-encrusted building. We were in! Explored the majority of the first floor, which ended up being mostly control rooms, electricity, lockers and bathrooms. Some cool pictures ensued:


Here Jacques poses with some rusted out and decrepit machinery shit. We guessed it was some electrical switch station, and found one station identical to this one for every silo. Some more poking around led to the discovery of some gigantic electrical stations. Switchbox upon switchbox spanned all the way down this hallway.


We followed the hallway to a section of old offices and pawed a bit through the empty desks and found a VHS Tape and nabbed it, thinking it might be something cool or at least, weird. Our exploration of the first floor ended at the end of the long hallway which ended at a set of stairs that led into the basement with a prominant sign warning us of some crazy gasses that probably dont exist, but still... we didnt want to fuck with crazy gases. Here, Jacques poses with another switchbox near the ladders.

We headed up a narrow staircase that climbed all the way up to the top of the grain towers, at least a dozen flights in a tiny shaft with sporadic windows. It was the upper levels of the towers that were really interesting, and sadly, this is where my camera batteries finally gave out against the brutal cold... so you cant see the pictures.

The upper level included some sketchy stairs, many ways onto the roof (not dark enough to go out yet) and some cool spaceship-like hallways that led to other rooms on the roof. The kicker though was a long passage that spanned the whole upper-floor that gave access to the top of each silo.. we walked along this area from one end of the elevator to the other, tripping balls as we peered over into the silos, hundreds of feet down to their cement bottoms. We definetly tossed a plastic bottle over the edge, and it took at least 8 or 9 seconds to get to the bottom.

There was no way back down on the other side, so we headed back to the sketchy stairway down after poking our heads outside on the roof: turned out to be way too cold in the wind so we'll come back another day to get photos of D-Town mpls. Here's one last shot of the upper hallway as we head back with the light boosted a bit:

We exited the way we came, out the little hole and into the night to go grab McFuckingDonalds on the West Side before watching that VHS we got:

Turned out to be an insurance claim tape: water had spilled onto the train tracks, effectivy freezing the train cars into place. ADM i guess spent thousands trying to free the railcars and used this tape to document their spending. The footage was just a worker with shitty camera angles filming workers trying to free the train from the ice with some awkward commentary. Maybe we'll have a screening of this blockbuster film someday: keep checking back ;)

-GoXkok, Jacques and Frankling Delano Nothing