Fuck yeah.
In my wilder days urban spelunking was one of my favorite hobbies. My friends and I explored the shit out of the undergrounds of Duluth, Superior, Minneapolis and St. Paul. We discovered underground rivers, abandoned shooting ranges, steam tunnels, burned mattresses, freak-ass Satanic graffiti, bats, police, phobia-scale cockroach swarms, milling machinery, athletic pools, ore docks, welding masks, cranes, Korean War-era communication manuals, sandstone caves, and more smells and rust than you can imagine.
Good times, that.
