“Where are we again?”
“We’re somewhere [redacted], but it shouldn’t be too dangerous.”
“Wait, what’s with the truck? Should we be-”
“Don’t worry, every photo I’ve seen of this place has that truck there. We should be OK.”
Myself and Pipelines had finally arrived at the entrance of the place we were tipped off about. I had helped scout out the place on Pipelines tip, and together we were going to explore it. The place was around [redacted], and largely ignored. All around us were a bunch of No Trespassing Signs, but none of them were for the property we were about to go to. “Don’t worry,” Pipelines said, “It’s mainly so if someone gets hurt that the owners can’t get sued. Instead, the blame falls on the person who enters.” Pipelines, always good for a gentle reminder that this job is sometimes easier than I think.
As we approached the truck, I soon realized there was also a guy there. In his late 50’s and balding, the man was gazing out at the vast tract of mud and dirt before him. I waved hi and smiled and he returned the favor in kind. We looked around for a [redacted], but didn’t see it. “Hey, isn’t there supposed to be a path around here?” “There is,” he said, “But it really isn’t really for walking, just cars.” “Ah, gotcha, thanks!” We took another look around and figured the best way in was by just climbing over some rocks blocking the way.
The closer we got, the more impressive the stone monolith became. Finally, we arrived at the entrance.
Covered in tags from top-to-bottom was The Pier, forgotten by time and nearly everyone. This was, by far, the single biggest playground for Philly Taggers we’d ever come across, and the incredibly epic amount of tags was staggering! From the entrance alone we saw fresh tags mixed with some rather old ones. When we finally walked by The Pier to the other side for a better look, we were floored by the incredible expanse we were about to embark on.
We had arrived.