A few things I've done since Thursday:

Did the very foggy Park Drive storm drain with Jim and Jon. Roughly 6km long with eight waterfalls, three of which were multi-staged and hee-yuge. Lots of ladders and catwalks to traverse through. Fun, but kind of annoying at the same time. Packing and unpacking of gear: sometimes felt like work.

Went to Buffalo with Teri on Saturday. Drove around in the rain a lot. Went to the Albright Knox gallery. Bought a guidebook to Buffalo's architecture. Went out to Cheektowaga for Southern-style BBQ. Stopped at Niagara Falls (New York) on the way back home. Took a look at Goat Island for the first time. Decided that, despite what everyone says, the US side of the Falls is a lot nicer than the Canadian side and more along the lines of what a national park should be.

With the help of Mr. Chop Chops, did The Vault in Hamilton with Jim. Was forced to play air guitar (and later air drums) for what will most likely be Jim's worst drainer photograph to date.

Took a quick stroll through an old rolling mill that was chock o' block full of machinery and scrap metal. Kind of boring. Wouldn't bother going back and take pictures.

Drove back to Buffalo again to take try and take another stab at Buffalo State Hospital. Got sidetracked by downtrodden residential areas instead. Took lots of pictures and talked to a few people along the way. Eventually got inside an old WWII factory. Great light but pretty trashed. Lots of crack paraphernalia lying around. Shot a roll and a bit before leaving to catch the golden light along Main Street for some storefront signage shots.

Drove home. Died of exhaustion.