Doug vs. the interweb

Near the entrance to the railroad area, there's an old cemetery. Those are extraordinarily old grave markers.

A few steps back, the entrance.

Magic. Pure and simple magic. Michael shrunk Robert because he was being a dork. Consequently, we all became dorks for making this picture.

The concrete factory and the sand piles.

The tracks!

Michael is a rebel. The sign expressly forbids tresspassing.

Michael daring gravity. That's a fairly high bridge.

Taking a break from wandering around.

An ominous note or our attempt at making an ominous note?