Don is full of bright ideas and cool places to go. People like him are what makes Bamarides so great. No matter how many miles you have under your belt, there is always someone who can show you something you've never seen or teach you something you didn't know. He said the word Roundhouse and I was in. A fan and tourist of urban exploration, I had seen tell of this structure and was stoked to check it out it in person.
A little internet sleuthing revealed that this structure was built in 1915. The house and turntable were used for servicing up to 25 steam engines or locomotives. The railroad left town in 1952 presumably taking the turntable with it. It was later expanded and used as a warehouse and hub for shipping and receiving. It is dusty, creepy and full of debris and sketchy to ride through. At one point we heard noises and realized we were not alone. We saw our company and kept out eyes trained on the passerby's sharing minimal sentiment.
As is the norm it seems when Don and I get together, stupidity is sure to follow so we shot a bunch of silly pictures and some video which may or may not see the light of day. I took a good bit myself and we left. Later I would blow black goo out of my nose and said a quick prayer to ward of histoplasmosis.
At some point, he ditched out again. In the midst of my picture taking, I started to hear a whistling and once I found it, I saw Don across the site on another bridge. I got back on the bike and relocated to his position. This was no small feat as I encountered mud and did a bigger hill climb that my Sportster should ever be asked to do. Don got it on video. I watched it and immediately realized it was about half as impressive as I thought it was when I was doing it...but it was still impressive.
|(this is not said hill, FYI)|
|The rain drops started and we hit the road. A few twists and turns later and we were on 65. Don made the international sign for "I'm hungry, need cheeseburger" but I declined. I had enough leftover burgers and dogs at home and a keg of beer that needed some attention. I capped off the night with a good meal, a good movie and warm beer. Like a certain musician turned actor once crooned, two out of three ain't bad.|