Okay so it's become readily apparent some people would like to see my photographs, and others would like to hear of my "wild" adventures. Some are, some aren't, but in the interest of keeping whatever's posted protected, certain details such as access will be omitted if it's not glaringly obvious when you walk within ten feet of a place. In addition, this thread might just let me practice my writing while proving mildly entertaining so why not? It will also serve as a log of some of my shenanigans, but I would like to stress that if you have no experience in such things, nor a guide, you DO NOT do anything of the sort of which you will read. That said, what say we get on with the first of my tales? ................................................................................................................................................... 1. A Trip to Ridgebac- Town. Ridgetown. Due to text limitations, i'll skip to the most interesting part of the little excursion, the part where I got around back, to within five meters of the Ridgetown's rusty metal ass end. Let me tell you right now, it was a bit of a pain in the ass. Firstly, I had to go back around in a U route around the marina to get to the other leg of the breakwater. From there, I took a photo like this, but from a significantly longer distance. To the left, you can see where the rocks end approaching the rear of the ship. If I wasn't carrying the $1.1k worth of camera, phone, studio headphones, and all the other stuff in my bag, I could have literally swam into the ship through the hole cut in the side in order to sink it. One such hole can be seen in the same position in the side facing the camera (below the two white struts supporting top deck.) Continuing on with the story, I got to the beach, which consists of garbage, shards of shells ground into fine stab-you-through-the-socks grain, and really old driftwood! Anyways, as I got there, I noticed two major obstacles to getting to the ship when dry, these were fences. I was most definitely not the first to do this, as the locals didn't seem to give a damn as I just casually slid under the conveniently-loose chain link like an otter. Okay it was actually less graceful than that, backpack got caught. I lifted it off my pack fairly swiftly, but it didn't help that a young couple saw my blunder. Damn. Anyways, one fence down. Hah, not too bad. I look up and there's AN ENTIRE FIELD OF FUCKING SWANS I DIDN'T SEE SOMEHOW. Luckily however, swans are not geese, and are therefore not massive shitheads. But don't worry, we got geese later in the story. As I made my way around the graceful honkers careful not to disturb them, I saw pitfall 2, 3 if you count the swans. That damn fence, the one that seems to have no way around it, and no ledge to shuffle along. However, I am a persistent bastard who did not just cycle for ten miles to let a wire mesh stop him. I did what any sane person would do in that situation of course and spidercrabbed the FUCK out of that fence, holding onto it as I tiptoed across jagged rock points. The next leg of my journey was... eh, moderately easy. I had to go across some rocks then, and crossed over a low hanging branch, which decided to get cuddly with my balls. Bad wood. stop. down boy. Then, I went along without issue, until there was ONE. FUCKING. GOOSE. on the rocks. Knowing their violent and aggressive tendencies towards people who are carrying expensive things, food, and anything they can be assholes about, I decided to kindly step around the goose like i did the swans. NOPE. Slipped, scraped my knee, and sent my camera's fucking BATTERY CHARGER into the water with a horrifying *bloop.* Now, I was somewhat irritated. I am still letting it dry before I even attempt to plug it in again, but here's the worst part of that. THAT MOTHERFUCKER. that honking motherfucker. He stood around making honks at me on the rocks like he was calling his shithead friends over, and the moment I slip and my charger actually hits the water, that son of a bitch goes off flapping and honking like a goddamn winged trumpet. Now slightly sore, I packed my stuff away in an actually zip-able pocket this time, thankful that that and a lens cap were the only two things to clatter out. Whatever, not that big a deal if I can dry the charger off. So, I got back up and started walking again. Not even twenty feet later, and some some shithead startles me with FUCKING FIREWORKS. IN BROAD FUCKING DAYLIGHT. What in god's name were you trying to achieve boy? I kept thinking someone in the marina was shooting off flares trying to get my attention, nope, nobody cared I was there, just some jackass who apparently doesn't understand how fireworks work. The worst part? He must have fired off about 10 of them before stopping, all while I was out there. Just the thing I needed while traversing jagged rocks, loud noises. Well, that didn't stop me either, and I made my way down further, then there was that jackass goose from earlier. This time I didn't bother making way and concluded that i'd break it's neck with the 2.8 KG camera setup, as Russian lens is stronker than goose nek. Nobody fucks with the sea dragon and this avian excuse for a trombone knew it, moving out of my way. I was briefly startled by a swan though, who I stepped within about two feet of as it was hidden between a few rocks, still didn't attack though, just hissed briefly but stayed put. After that, I finally made it to the ship, slightly saddened there was no obvious ways on-board a ship that was over 110 years old. Oh well, I did get some beautiful shots on the way there and back though. Ugh, please pardon the dust in those images, but it seems that I got some dust in the lens unit, either the lens or on the sensor. Well, guess I better air dust it when I get the chance. I figured I'd give these kinds of posts a shot to see if anyone else is interested in them. I admit my first got a bit long winded, but I just felt like writing, I guess I overdid it huh? (By the way, prior to me deleting a text wall this was about 10,100+ characters long. I actually broke the text limit!) Suffice to say, I'll try to find more interesting things on my next encounters, they may not always be places! they could be people, things, strange encounters of the bird kind, who knows.