Eerie photo produced by a standby camera with an insanely powerful flash. This is the theater stage. You can actually see the back wall of the building's shell behind DC.
Occasionally, we head off on missions with no target in mind. 2 out of 3 of these trips will yield something worth exploring. This was one such evening.

We arrived in a park along the east right in Manhattan, and proceeded south below the williamsburg bridge. Here we found an accessible fenced in area with trailers and access to the base of the bridge. The trailers were either of a flatbed variety or locked up tight with construction equipment, making them rather useless. The base structure of the bridge provided a space for practicing climbing techniques, etc.

Eventually we moved further south, wrapping around a huge abandoned structure. Only as we came in off the river to the front of the structure did it become apparent that it was a large abandoned amphitheater. It was fenced in pretty well, wire along the back side and huge iron gating along the front. We were not prepared with wire clipping tools, and climbing did not seem a plausible option given the fences shakey, unstable nature. Nevertheless, we found a way to curmvent the spike-topped iron gating, carefully making our way down the audience rows to the stage. Large craters and holes lined the cement and tar in the seating area and just in front of the stage.

Entering the structure could not be simpler: you walk right in from the middle of the stage. You can also climb the face of the building rather easily, if so inclined. While coated in graffiti, there were no homeless or menacing people present. Beyond the stage lays a large 2 story structure overlooking the river. It is a vast open space with no rooms. To the sides there may have been small rooms and access to a basement which may lay beneath the stage. However, we did not venture to far in given our lack of flashlights on this evening.

Getting into this site proved by far easier than exiting. When we did make our exit, it was directly into a gathering of joint smoking kids from the ghetto across the street. They just looked at us as if we were insane, until a bold one asked Rabbit for a light, to which she scared his pants off by using some flash paper. That broke the ice enough for us to stay and chat awhile with them. Further evidence that you can be outnumbered 20 to 2 and come away just fine, so long as one of the 2 has a certain 2 something's that the potential opponent will stare and drool at.



Sing it with me now: "They're tiny, they're gooney, They're the Looney Tooney Vandals..."

Options: Read graffiti on floor, or try to cop a view of Rabbit's boobers on this low cut summer night? hmmm...