Rusty, Crusty, Old...
These two old cars are found in a Calgary "natural area park" popular with mtb'rs and dog walkers. Some may consider them junk that should be removed but I look at them as relics that should simply be left to decay, as a reminder if nothing else. With not much else to do on a damp cool day last spring, I went for a walk and a photo session.
Since there is no international section for abandoned stuff, I thought I'd post this one here.
Back in summer 2016, we spent our summer holidays in Slovenia and Croatia.
On the island of KRK, there is quite a well known abandoned hotel, called Haludovo Palace.
It was bult in 1971 by the founder of the Penthouse magazine.
My wife has been there when she was a child in the early 70s, so it was very easy to convince her to explore this place.
And here a short movie, taken by my father-in-law.
I have some more old stuff for you guys, this one is from 2015, also in Croatia.
It's called Otok Sveti Grgur. In English it would be called island of saint Gregory.
It was a womens prison in communist Yugoslavia from 1948 to 1988.
We visited this island in the course of a boat tour (which continued to Goli Otok, another prison island, but I will talk about that one later).
A triangle shaped patch caught my eye, as we approached. The purpose of this thing was to collect rainwater.
It looks so friendly that you wouldn't think this ws a prison.
The exhaust looked interesting, so I had to see what's inside.
A scavanged generator
And the remains of controls
But the nicest thing was the heart of the power plant, the engine.
Too much play?
The air filter is just a slotted tube.
Some kind of pump.
There was more to explore but unfortunately we didn't have enough time, that's the downside of boat tours.
As we sailed on, we passed several lookouts.
An old cabin in Montana. It was carried downstream on the flooded Madison River when the earthquake struck in 1959. Growing up, we always referred to this one as the "Crooked Cabin." This was taken in 2011. It collapsed completely a few years ago.
And here comes the next prison island.
Like Sveti Grgur, Goli Otok (Barren Island) was a prison island but for men. It was also known as "Croatian Alcatraz".
More info on Wikipedia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goli_Otok
We left Grgur and sailed along its coast, Goli Otok already in sight.
It didn't look very promising at this point, just some derelict buildings and a quarry in the background.
Some more buildings...
Seems to be a popular place...
This building looks interesting but we didn't have enough time to explore.
There's a small port where the boat moored and where we had lunch in a very touristic restaurant (how surprising . I think it was included with the cruise but in hindsight, we'd been better off if we skipped that and used the time to explore the facility.
There seems to be a workshop up there.
This house seemed to be empty so we moved on.
That's the worksop we've seen before.
It gets more interesting...
Not much inside, unfortunately.
The only halfway interesting thing was this old compressor.
There was at least some rusty stuff...
I like the safe...
And the shattered beams.
It was VERY hot and my family din't want to do more exploring, so I didn't go up the street.
But I found enough things to look at in the vicinty.
This was a mechanical workshop. I love the rusty pieces.
Like on Sveti Grur, I could have spent much more time here but family holiday is family holiday.
And now I want to show you my favourite thing.
I have always found the DC3 the most beautiful airplane. It is so well proportioned and the sound is awesome!
For the same reason, I like the C47 as well.
In 2016, when we traveled through Austria, Slovenia and Croatia, we planned to visit the Plitvice lakes. Of course did I explore the region in Google earth, as I always do, and there I found it. I have known before that there must be an abandoned plane on an old air base, close to the bosnian border but I dind't know the exact location. Now it was clear that I had to see it.
Fortunately I could convince the rest of the family to visit the plane and it was well worth it.
After Plitvice being such a tourist hell, I was happy to drive through rural area.
And that's how the ride looked:
It's funny that you can park right in front of it.
It has suffered a bit.
People have already sawn off propeller blades for souvenirs.
My son and I decided to go inside. We were carefully watching our steps, as there might still be mines around, therefore we took only well used trails.
The covering of the vertical stabilizer has long gone...
... the same happened to the ailerons.
From there it was quite a long ride back to the highway. After we stopped at Rastoke, a nice little town with many waterfalls, we drove through a sparsely populated area where nice little villages alternated with remains of the Yugoslavian war.