Duck Hunt

I love urban exploration. There's something incredibly fascinating about seeing places once full of people and life that have fallen into silence and decay. Exploring them is always an adventure because you have no idea what you may find: things left behind from when the site was still in use, evidence of more recent visitors, signs of nature taking back over.

Ever since I saw this post on Boing Boing about an abandoned rubber ducky warehouse right here in Cleveland, I knew I had to find it. As luck would have it, a friend tipped me off to its approximate whereabouts and I found it easily, mostly due to some pretty distinctive graffiti.

It's easy to find your destination when someone tells you to enter through "the gaping rectum."

It's easy to find your destination when someone tells you to enter through "the gaping rectum."

It did not disappoint. Rubber ducks were scattered throughout, among broken crates of plastic food containers.

Ducks in a row.

Ducks in a row.

While the floors were a bit sketchy and crossing them required traversing precariously perched planks of wood at times, it was worth it to creep deeper into the warehouse where cool graffiti and dark, cavernous rooms were begging to be explored.