CJ knew of a bridge near his house that he thought might have a catwalk below it, so we headed down that way. We arrived to find there was no catwalk, but a series of sketchy gas pipes going across the bottom of the bridge. I wanted to shoot still, so we decided "we came to cross it, cross it we will". We climbed up on top of the pipes and made our way across. Pretty nifty.
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