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Not really sure what to think we continued, left and right of us were foul-smelling sloughs, dried fields of packed mud and train debris. The lack of a map and formal directions left us second-guessing ourselves, as there was really nothing distinguishable for a landmark. But our blind faith paid off as buildings started to form slowly on the horizon. After several miles, several trains flying past we crossed a rail bridge onto Station Island and started to explore the abandoned buildings of Drawbridge CA. We spied an old rusted latch and lock, covered in spider webs from years of exposure.
