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OUR BACK YARD

had been more pipes connected, as there hadn’t been any
rains.

The walls now that I could see them were rough concrete, but
if they used rebar, which they had to, there wasn’t any sticking
out. I moved quickly around the turn into total darkness.

The flash light was a good idea. Another couple 100 yards or
so, and I was pretty deep into the sewer I came across a split in
the tunnel. Besides my pathway there were two others, all
similar 5 foot squares.

I didn’t stop, I chose first the one I thought headed toward
home. Maybe up the hill to Abbington Street. It went only a
short distance before stopping, downsizing to a large 2 foot
round pipe. I crawled into it. It wasn’t to uncomfortable but
after a distance I realized I couldn’t turn around. It took a
while, but, I didn’t panic, I backed out feet first, inch by inch.
The opposite tunnel turned in the direction that I guessed was
across the highway. I followed it for a long while before my
flashlight began getting dimmer. I gave up and started back.

Someone had forgotten to put new batteries in it since our last
camping trip. It was time to get out of there while there was
still some light. It was a good thing because before I reached
the final turn I was hugging the walls to keep from tripping.

I would go several more times into the sewer, but after finding
a couple more cross tunnels I thought it best before I got lost
to stop. And, of course, if lost I’d have been in big trouble as

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