After our first visit to the U of C, we stumbled into this unguarded construction area, half out of curiousity and half drawn to it like some kind of train wreck. I snapped this picture on our way past it. We followed the road out and stopped at a set of spikes, where we turned around to leave the way we came. We didn’t get to far before we were stopped be security and told to leave the other way. When asked whether we should drive over the spikey things, the guard said what we think was, “I sell tires for a living. That’s what they’re there for.” We left without incident, feeling one part creeped out, but also feeling one part proud that we had managed to single-handedly break through the crack team of non-occupants posted at the front gate. I was ready to pull out my dumb hick from saskatchewan routine if needed.

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