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This Power Plant became operational in the 1950s. By the time it closed a few years ago, it was running two coal-fired units generating nearly 500-megawatts of power and employed close to 100 people. Demolition began in 2019.

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I had driven past this glorious industrial monstrosity on several occasions and gazed longingly every time. It always seemed like the kind of place that would forever be out of reach and I assumed it would chug along for decades to come. It was massive, grimy and it looked like an awesome place to get lost in for a few hours.

When I heard about the imminent closure of this facility I began circling the perimeter like a vulture obsessively cataloging the final days of a dying behemoth. Regular reconnaissance trips to that end began a full year before we would feast. Big ol' round boys in overalls camped out at the guard shack in the NE corner of the lot. They took various trips to the back side of the building in their trucks to check gauges near the equipment shed. Surprise 1:30 perimeter patrol by security guard in a white truck, circled around the narrow section in the back of the building, then disappeared towards NW corner. I returned frequently to observe the end and I was prepared to act as soon as all observable life ceased. There was a tall fence around the property and everything was totally exposed to a busy highway on almost all sides. I worked out where security lived and I found where the perimeter obstructions were the least inconvenient. Eventually the rotund fellows and their overalls stopped coming around. Eventually, too, the security truck stopped making rounds. Some trucks on the property occasionally seemed to be in different spots. I recorded their exact location and compared it to my next visit. Later, 3 cameras were placed at various conspicuous locations on the perimeter. But they weren't a threat because knowledge gained from observations made in the months prior easily provided the best route to avoid them.

My blood pressure rose steadily as the time drew near. One last visit to confirm: still quiet on the eastern front. We'll head out tomorrow. Charge the batteries, pile the gear in one spot and try to get a decent night's sleep (I didn't). As I brushed my teeth I knew the face in the mirror might soon become immortalized in some unfortunate and probably expensive public records. My blood was too hot to realize just how cold it was that morning but it was well below freezing. This wasn't going to be a walk in the park and I was not at all confident of success.

Game on. We head in. First order of business is straight towards the main security building. Thanks to the wealth of reconaissance I performed in advance, I'm pretty confident nobody's home but if someone is here I want to meet them out in the open on my terms, not theirs. I don't want it to be a surprise for either of us. Knock knock. "Hello? I'm terribly lost. Can you help?". Nobody answers. The office is empty. No sounds. Looks like the power has been cut. This is reassuring but it doesn't do much to tone down the stress. It's always possible I missed a camera somewhere which someone might be watching or receiving alerts from. We quickly locate the door. Going inside we were careful not to slam any behind us. The lights were on. There was even a Christmas tree all lit up on one of the control panels. Faint buzzing and inconsistent lighting through unfamiliar rooms smelling of oil and grime. We were not inside long before I heard what I thought were footsteps. We crouched and stood silent listening from the shadows. Eventually the sound of dripping water identified itself over the sound of my heart beating in my ears. We'd end up finding that one of the water pipes had burst way up towards the top of the boilers and it was leaking all the way down and even pooling in the basement where there was a deafening hum being generated by very large and very electrified equipment now surrounded by water. We didn't hang around near the pool of death for very long. The tension which built up over months of preparation and terrified excitement only began to wear off once we were driving quickly in the opposite direction. We had been greatly rewarded for all the effort that lead up to this expedition. I take pride in being patient, non-destructive and competent even in the face of the most challenging locations that present themselves.

These events may or may not have ever occurred and I may or may not actually exist. These are just words and pictures on a computer therefore they could be digitally manipulated to seem real.

I decided to sit on this post until I saw this site actively being demolished/gutted on a recent visit. And now it's totally gone. RIP.