GLOOMY TUNNELS UNDER GUELPH – For more info on local ‘urbex’ see post on ‘Dracula’s Garden’ here
(Here is a wierd little adventure, it might be of interest to urban explorers, I tend to enjoy stuff that might be considered bizzare by some)
In the middle of Guelph there is a high hill, “The Church of our Lady”, an imposing gothic cathedral, crowns it. On this crisp winter afternoon my breath smokes before me, I look up at the many ornate towers, they soar into the vivid blue of a cloudless sky. The sun is already sinking and in the late afternoon light, the cold white dolomite of the twin spires blush a warm orangey colour. In a few short hours a January darkness will have cloaked the town, the stars will glitter in their remote, impersonal way and any pub goer, stumbling home will feel the vicious nip of the season. Down a broad flight of steps in front of the cathedral is my favourite pub, “The Albion”. It is a crusty old watering hole with shaded patio, well known amongst university students. I drank there myself in my younger days and still visit that venerable establishment from time to time. One of the front rooms, cluttered with scarred pine tables serves the locals; the bar maid walks beneath the television set, it is well past its prime. I inhale the yeasty perfume of spilled beer. It is here, fuelled by the product of our local brewery, that I have dreamed up many a crackpot scheme.
Behind the cathedral, on the opposite side of the hill, there is a well-established neighbourhood. Towering maples hang skeletal in the snow but in the summer they droop over quiet, shaded gardens. It is ferns, mosses and hosta that are most abundant. The houses are expensive, solid brick and stone, hid amidst the lush foliage. Yorkshire Road cuts up alongside a depression that connects to the far more expansive Eramosa Valley. This dip demarcates the base of the hill upon which the cathedral stands, it can be seen to run up from the nearby railway embankment in a sinuous, meandering depression, past Guelph Collegiate Vocational Institute, and up to exhibition Park. Until as recently as the 1950’s a stream ran exposed to the sky along this hollow. It was called Pond Creek and it along with several other lesser creeks comprised the micro watersheds of the Speed and Eramosa Rivers.
As Jeremy Chute, a Guelph cartographer points out, to manage space and storm water better, urban planners generally bury urban creeks in culverts and in this way they can build over them forgetting they are even there. Jeremy says it is possible to trace Pond Creek’s path by layering older maps over more current topographical maps. Although the stream can no longer be seen on the surface, evidence of its continued existence is everywhere. Apparently GCVI had been flooded on a number of occasions and cracks in the sidewalk cement and roadway tar hints at an unstable soil beneath. There appears to be a fault running along on the east side of the road and numerous houses have noticeably cracked and twisted bricks along that flaw.
Up on Lyon’s Avenue amid the fragrance of aged cedars and large, established houses there is a turn-of-the century stone bridge in a backyard, the creek once flowed beneath it and kids skipped school to catch trout along its shady banks. Today there is no sign of water; it has mysteriously vanished. In the 1940’s much of the creek was still open right up as far as London road, but because of concerns pertaining to kids fooling around in the culverts the creek was covered over in the 50’s. It is said that where Lyons Avenue intersects with Campion, the underground Creek forks, one branch heads up to “Our Lady of Lourds School” and the other heads on towards Exhibition Park. The headwaters of the buried Pond Creek is a swampy patch of ground near the school, it is filled with reeds and purple loosestrife. An oily, polluted filth leaks into the drain and from there it heads along its hidden channel down to the Eramosa River.
Secret tunnels and buried waterways have always appealed to me, I suppose I have never fully grown up but then again I am counting that you, the reader, suffers from that same lack of maturity. I would find the world a far duller and gloomier place without that incredible sense of curiosity and mystery that I am so burdened with. It was this strange obsession that drove me on to search for the outfall of the buried Pond Creek and by late January of 2005 I felt that I had met with some success.
The initial discovery had been made during a solo venture into the storm sewers beneath the city. The lone drainer (Explorer X) had managed to access a large trunk tunnel that meandered up a gentle incline from somewhere near the river. Initially the sewer is comprised of a rectangular concrete box, it eventually makes a transition to eight-foot high-corrugated pipe. Raccoons regularly traverse the lower section of the system; their paw prints are clearly etched in the ochre slime of the concrete. It would appear that they descend into the tunnel from a narrow pipe, wander along for a distance of several hundred meters in a shallow running stream and then leave again by one of several narrow culverts.
On the initial exploration the lonely drainer had felt the need to touch base with the surface and also to orient himself in relation to his surroundings. It was an exploratory mission, the intent to find the old Pond Creek tunnels. Up a cylindrical shaft toward the frost-encrusted bottom of a manhole cover the “Explorer X” crept and reaching the rusting portal he poked the hooked neck of a tiny dental mirror. Because of the size of the mirror the field of vision was extremely limited and it took some significant amount of adjustment to focus on a recognizable object. The closer ones eye gets to the mirror the larger the field of view so there about 20 feet up a staple ladder, with eye pressed up against the bottom of the filthy manhole cover the drainer clung.
First impressions led “Explorer X” to believe that he was just beneath a parking lot but after rotating his mirror around for the second time it became apparent that the cars that had surrounded the hiding hole had begun to move, he was in the middle of an intersection. A red van that had appeared parked before was now bearing down upon the man hole cover the mirror was pulled beneath the surface in the nick of time and the cover echoed with a fleshy thumping sound as the tires passed over, the drainer survived with no more than rust in his eye. Cautiously poking the mirror up again there was a quick scan for oncoming traffic and then a resumption of the location puzzle. Most noteworthy to the hidden explorer was a distinctive green eaves trough on a nearby house. A pedestrian walked close by, oblivious to the subterranean periscope, I wonder what he might have thought if he had noticed an eyeball glaring up at him from the sewers. Would he kick salt or slush in the curious eye, walk by with a knowing strut or run like hell. Again a car thundered by just missing the dental mirror and in the interests of the mirrors safety the underground journey was resumed. Surface recognition of the green eaves trough later in the day helped to ascertain the likely location of the mysterious creek and subsequent explorations quickly focused in on the old stream passage.
In a section of tunnel where the roof diminished to 3 feet high, an ice coated shaft dropped in from the side. The water had frozen in tiny stepped ledges and the icy cascade glittered like some fantastic jewel when illuminated by the adventurer’s headlamp. He had forgotten his gloves at home but decided to climb the incline anyway. Wriggled into the chute “Explorer X” wormed his way upward, bracing his feet on one wall and his back against the other. By employing a typical caving chimney technique he was soon rolling over the upper lip and cursing the freezing water that had pooled there before it flowed beneath the ice.
Impressions of the passage at the top of the incline were favourable. From the age of the construction and estimated location it appeared that the vanished Pond Creek had been rediscovered. The limestone wall was far older than the main passage and by the decomposing concrete ceiling, some pieces torn away and hanging by strands of rusty reinforcing wire it was obvious that undue disturbance would be hazardous. For some time the drainer crouched gingerly in that spot contemplating his discovery. With a hollow plunking sound water trickled over a slimy step and a strong breeze gusted up the icy shaft. The airflow was encouraging as the presence of bad air is always of concern to drainers. In an old buried tunnel the atmosphere and contaminants are usually suspect. Methane from rotting organic matter is explosive and odourless carbon monoxide, pooled in low areas from an idling car engine can lull an unwary explorer into a fatal slumber.
Returning with a companion the drainer continued his explorations the following day. The tunnel beyond the chute zigzags along in a low concrete gully, rusty metal protrusions jut out from the walls and the feeling is one of claustrophobia. Despite the cramped feeling, it was the curiosity of what lay ahead beyond the next bend that spurred the drainers on. From the gloom in front a blocky limestone arch materialized, it was the appearance of some really decrepit tunnel. It was an explorer’s bonanza, like navigating some medieval dungeon. “Whoh, this looks really creepy”, Joshua, remarked, “I think Ill wait here.” He was coaxed forward a little further but the spiders were large and white as snowflakes. “Come forward and see this, there is a monstorous spider hanging here.’ Josh was far from impressed. “ If these spiders right here in front of me are not large, I will not move another inch into your nightmare.”
The spiders in this tunnel are most unusual, there are some smaller brown ones but for the most part they hang upside down from the arched roof, long, white, spindly legs clutching at the ceiling, their bodies encased in a sphere of froth. I suppose it might be some sort of technique for surviving the winter or possibly a way to nurture the young, maybe they feed on the living body of an aged adult. If spiders aren’t bizarre, nothing is. Who knows what to expect from those incredible creatures. This forgotten passage is a spider’s paradise, the mortar has fallen from many of the joints between the blocks, and no doubt there are thousands of them in the crevices.
About 100 meters into the limestone passages the air is far staler and ones breath immediately fogs the tunnel. Holding your breath the mist slowly clears by drifting deeper into the system. Hunched over as you are it soon becomes very difficult to progress, your legs are burning from the unusual posture and your lungs are choking from their exertion and their inability to expand as they would normally if one were standing upright. The leading drainer was by this time alone again; Joshua was sitting on a rock protrusion and the light from his flashlight soon faded into oblivion. Through course banks of sand the explorer progressed, over rusting cast iron pipes, beneath a dense tangle of gauzy cobwebs. Breathing was difficult and in winter gear the explorer was soon soaked with sweat. Water, as though tinted by dirty paintbrushes was shin deep and quite opaque, something was stirring the filth up in front, maybe a rat or some sort of muskrat. “Explorer X relates that for the most part the creek bed is quite shallow but in one or two spots there is some sort of pothole, it comes quite unexpectedly and your wellie is immediately filled with cold and dirty water.
“Explorer X remarked that he had felt some sort of presence there, it was an unnerving feeling, creepy and disturbing, different from the adventurous adrenaline that one normally surfs upon when investigating an unknown drain system. Looking back along the tunnel, there was only haze, out of breath and feeling quite exhausted “Explorer X” and company pressed on. Ahead, the tunnel had changed to a square shape again, it follows in this way for some significant distance and after close to 40 minutes duck walk and crawling the most spectacular find thus far was made.
About 15 feet beneath the surface, as could be judged by an upward leading shaft there is another old section of tunnel. The explorers had been coaxed onward through the more standard square tunnels by an echoing dripping sound from somewhere up ahead. The first old section was along an orientation of 350 degrees, this section, deeper in, tends a little more toward the west at 309 degrees. This span of passage is more elliptical in shape, being composed of quarried dolomite blocks, a wider and even more exciting find. The floor is of moist cobble and the roof is a veritable forest of soda straws and tiny calcite curtains. It is a most spectacular display and explorer X and companion were most excited, they stooped low to avoid damaging the rare formations, some in excess of two inches in length. Though not as long as those in another well known storm drain mecca – “Stairway to Paradise”, they are far more numerous.
The passage eventually dips into a murky pool, knee deep in filthy water the explorers tempt a soaker, but millimetres from the top of their boots. They climb up over a protrusion and on beyond, more square tunnel again. It must continue up as far as London Road. I suspect it is unlikely to be to much further on and thereafter I can imagine that the route would change to this older architecture again. Another trip is planned and it is hoped that the expedition can reach at least as far as the Lyon’s Ave fork, a journey of some kilometres, possibly a trip that will take the good part of a day.
The possibility of using “big Wheel tricycles” was discussed during the return journey. It would certainly be easier than that tedious combination of duck walk and crawling, after in excess of an hour and a half of that activity ones legs feel as though they are on fire. I suppose it would be a most unique way for grown men to travel along under Guelph, the trundling roar of the big wheel plastic tires, sparkling tassels fluttering from the chopper handle bars, the low slung seat allowing the intrepid explorers a sitting exploration of the lengthy square tunnels, headlamps lighting the way in front, head just barely skimming along beneath the concrete and stone roof above.
I spoke to Patrick Cross, my paranormal adviser and asked why it was that “Explorer X” had felt so psychologically disturbed in the first older section of tunnel. Patrick explained that in such buried tunnels, time stands still, it is preserved space from another time, a bit like a time capsule. Patrick pointed out that that ancients travelled underground routes and it would not surprise him if the explorer had been close to some human remains. Who knows what cast-offs and detrital lies waterlogged in that muddy stream bed, old coins, a fob watch, treasured possessions, memories of times happy and sad. Most amazing to me is the location of these tunnels they pass no more than 200 meters from my house, I had never even suspected their existence. What Else lies under there? Where next, I am bombarded by rumours of various tunnels beneath the city, would you believe a tunnel from the Albion, up toward the church, it sounds interesting, I wonder if the proprietor will spill the beans for me?
Haha. Great story Mick. Fantastic blog.
I believe the secret to the holy grail is in these tunnels left by the Hapsburgs. I would love to find a way to get into them from the church of our lady. The only gothic chapel that resembles the Knights Templar’s Rose layn. Any takers.
I have also quested for the grail and believe it lies beneath the Albion, buried under the counter and now tiled over with renovation. I say we lay seige to the establishment and when the staff are overpowered – satiated in our thirst by Sleemans, we uproot the relic with pick and shovel!
The Shadow in Downtown Guelph has access to these underground tunnels. Ask around, lots of people know about it.
Josh – can you send me some details on this tunnel? sounds intriguing, is there still access?
Yeah thats a point – how would I get in contact with the shadow?
Does anyone know if any of these tunnels link up with the ones that are supposed to be found underneath the university campus? Or any on campus point of entry?
No way, the river lies between them.
No they do not, i have heard of the campus tunnels, but they are still in use – service tunnels. I had heard that there was an entrace somewhere in the library basement.
ive been in there. you need maintainence access. i did an electrical job there and had keys for about a month. wish i knew about this while i still had access to it. its door is in the bottom of the uni center in the mechanical room. service tunnels go on forever!
The Holy Grail and other wonders are still protected by some of the oldest families in Europe.
Work hard and honourable to adventure in the realms of fact and fantasy.
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Not true, it lies beneath the Albion. It would seem from the search traffic that hits my website that you are pursed by the forces of evil. Are you the bearer of the ring?
The campus tunnels are quite interesting. We found a map and have basically explored all of it. It’s even more extensive then I first thought, and goes from south to north, east, and many buildings on campus.
I’m a current student here who’s very interested in the underground tunnel system on campus. I’ve looked everywhere for a service map, online, in the library, and can’t find a hint of where they are. Where’d you find a map for them?
A few years ago Watson House got to go on a little tour of some of the service areas, starting at that generator building area down by the smokestack. My friend posted a photo of the group and behind them on the wall there was a map of the tunnels. That’s the only map I’ve ever seen, other than that I drew myself out of experience.
Those campus tunnels really interest me. Would you mind letting me know where I can get access to them? Are they patrolled or monitored at all?
This may be a way over-late response, but they are monitored from what I heard. Motion sensors mostly, so during the day they ignore the movement as it is likely staff, but at night they’ll investigate people in the tunnels. Word is expulsion if you’re caught.
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rockwatcher, where did you get the map for those tunnels???? i’m really interested, where are the entry points to the tunnels?
I have no map for the campus tunnels, but aI saw a rough approximation of the old river bed tunnels in a map on a video of Guelph,s history. The video was put out by GIRC
I too would like to know about a map regarding the tunnels. Any info would be greatly appreciated.
An intereseting video had been put out by GIRC, cant recall what it was called, it talked about the rivers under Guelph.
Funny story. We somehow picked a lock in the basement of south which led into the tunnels (using a wedge, a hook, and lots of technique honing). From there we explored further without any sort of guide and stumbled upon an office in the UC. Inside was a pile of detailed maps:p
Rockwatcher, when did you explore these tunnels? these interest me immensely and I would like to learn more. Me and some of my friends really want to go in them. I’d pick a lock if I had too as long as I don’t get arrested. I love adventure and really want to check these tunnels out.
Excellently told adventure, Rockwatcher. I attended a talk by Jeremy Shute given to the Guelph Field Naturalists (http://www.guelphfieldnaturalists.org/) meeting last night. It was called “Ghost Rivers of Guelph” and he mentioned those who have spelunked Pond Creek there. Good on you.
This sounds fishy. Me and my friends have found doors in Thorton and one up in Addington, we heard from somebody that these were the gates to the tunnels.
Anybody have any info on this? Rockwatcher?
Plus i dont know if i believe that story with the maps in the UC office. Where can we find these entrances…crazy stuff
This is really fascinating. I would love to go exploring the tunnels under the university, and under the town. I’d love some tips of how to get started.
It seems we have the same interest in old tunnels as mentioned in this post.
A group of us looked in the same tunnels roughly a year and half after you were there. Got a pic of your tag too…
http://www.aotu.ca/drains/speed-river/royal-prophecy/index.html
Drop me a line so we can discuss
Check Ignavus’s site out, its great – fantastic photography – well done Ignavus!
Mick
Yes, that tag was mine – the Kilroy thing, kind of a neat story about the Kilroy tag, he used to be a bulkhead inspector during WWII so he marked bulkheads with “Kilroy was here” so he did not re-do work he already did. I just changed it to “Mick was here” (sorry for the lack of imagination).
Any info on how to get in?
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A bit late in the game here, but in 1995 my friends and i went into the tunnels under U of G. It was the last night after exams finished and a friend of a friend said he’d been down before and suggested we go. He brought along a crowbar and we walked to the front of Johnston Hall. Just out front on the main walking path that runs along the campus is (was) a heavy flat piece of metal. Our guide lifted it using the crowbar, but it was chained down from below, leaving just enough space to drop through. I believe someone remained behind to replace the grate. The tunnels were wide enough for perhaps two people to walk side by side, and we walked perhaps as far as the library, where the space opened up and there were stairs heading to a lower level and tunnels going off in different directions. We decided to stop there and turn back, and ended up coming out in the basement of Macdonald Hall, directly below the stairs leading down from the first floor, in the center of the building – just a normal looking door. I’m sure, as people have noted, that there are other entrances in other buildings.
I’d heard that people actually used to use the tunnels in the past, but when the heating became centralized for every building on campus, the pipes were routed through the tunnels. I have no idea if that’s true or not – it very well may not be.
Interesting. Had you intended to use the crowbar on the Johnsonites? I had lived in Mills and the relations between the two buildings was never great. Just kidding about the crowbar though, things never got worse than the odd snowball fight.
My Father worked as a building engineer at the university, in the sixties and seventies. I have been in the tunnel(s) under the campus. They mostly run from the power house to the various buildings under the walkways.
They carry the steam pipes to heat the buildings and power cables for electricity. Have you ever noticed the walkway is never icy in the winter?
Get to know the building operators, they can answer more questions for the curious.
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My friend told me that his friends had been in the underground tunnels and it really interests me is there any information on the south entrance?
I do not have any personal experience with tunnels under U of G. i’d be wary about going into places that are not abandoned as it could cause problems (like trespassing charges)
Have you ever heard of these tunnels Rockwatcher?
esert Inn Stories: the tunnels
There is an urban legend in Guelph regarding tunnels and the old Desert Inn (originally the Paradise Gardens.) The Inn was built in 1946, right after WWW2 and the takeover of Ontario organized crime by the American Sicilian La Cosa Nostra. Guelph came under the sway of Buffalo’s LCN boss Stefano “The Undertaker” Magaddino through the help of Guelph’s Calabrian ‘ndrangheta boss Tony Sylvestro and the Sicilian-Canadian Cipollas.
The Desert Inn/Paradise Gardens hosted some of the most important American jazz acts, many of whose careers were controlled by New York mobsters. The legendary tunnels were said to have run between the Inn and Imperial Tobacco, and between the Inn and the Woodlawn Cemetery mausoleum.
Magaddino was known as The Undertaker because he owned a funeral parlour in Lewistown, New York, and is credited with having invented the double decker casket as a way of getting rid of unwanted bodies that would never resurface.
The alleged Imperial Tobacco tunnel would have obviously been used for smuggling cigarettes, a completely feasible scenario given how much we now know about the role of Big Tobacco in recent cigarette smuggling activities, while the tunnel into the mausoleum would have allegedly been used to transfer bodies into one of Magaddino’s caskets, desecrating the cemetery in the process.
Guelph Hydro crews are rumoured to have come across the tunnels in the mid 1960’s; at which time the City Council allegedly ordered them closed. Since Tony Sylvestro died in 1963, the same year that Charles Cipolla went to jail on a heroin trafficking charge (he died in the Kingston Pen in 1969) the shift in the local balance of mob power would have occurred around the same time. Certainly the tunnel-rumours are known around Guelph, I’ve heard them mentioned in several quarters.
Presumably the recent road work would have turned up evidence of their existence.
The question is, did the tunnels actually exist ?
Interesting – I had not heard of these, but I know that according to a city map that I had seen, the farthest reaches of Dracula’s Garden reaches up toward the Woodlawn cemetery. As for the Desert Inn, that is now Home Hardware. I have travelled about 1/2 the distance underground from the Speed River toward the Woodlawn cemetary, but got too titred to continue and the tunnels were narrowing down. That water filled gulley beside home Hardware is the upstream end of either Dracula’s garden, or the main drain under Edinburg road – not sure which
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hey just wondering if anybody would like to explore these tunnels? iv never been nor do i know where to find them. this kind of stuff interests me so i think it would be fun. we could go as a group or something?
yaa!! I think exploring would be super interesting, but I think I’d rather go with a group than solo!
We should get a group together and all go. Bring flashlights or something? Go on a Saturday or Sunday or something.
Hi there, after reading this remarkable article i am also glad to share my experience here with colleagues.
Don’t know how I got on a tunnel-kick, but here I am. I went into the UoG tunnels twice or three times in 2009 via the same Winegard/Johnston hatch as Matt above. We actually gained some insight about access from a facebook group of our res alumni from the 90s. We pried open the hatch (at about 4am on our the first day back from Christmas when most people were still gone) with a stick of metal and climbed down. We walked south for a while till there was a fork… towards the library it was pitch dark, and wet looking, so we headed left towards the power station. It opened up into a large area with big steam pipes. We reached a point where we could see a computer up ahead, and a sign that read “this area is monitored” and got spooked. On a second occasion we walked north and ended up walking out of a door in Macdonald Hall res. We doubled back and turned west-ish and ended up climbing out of another hatch to the west side of Macdonald Hall. All along campus you can see these hatches, as well as light coming from them and other grates at night. They’re all over the place, it’s hilarious once you know what to look for.
We had hoped the loud machine-sounding door (aka “the gateway to hell”) in the basement of Artz Haus was a lead into the tunnels, but I think probably not. I’ve seen basement rooms during the construction in Axelrod/Alexander that looked tunnelly but I don’t know if they connect for sure, although there are silver hatches down around Alex/Science Building and as far as across Gordon towards the cow path, so perhaps.
In the student handbook it literally says “tunnels” in it’s list of restricted areas and potentially expellable offenses. ;) Good times though, as we never got caught.
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Hey man, super cool post! Really in depth and detailed, well done! I’m an explorer from Toronto area. I do amature photography of all of my locations as I’m sure you do as well. Unfortunately I am only on Instagram as of now, I say unfortunatel because I am aware of how many explorers are against Instagram. But I use it mostly for people I know, I don’t use “hashtags” and I’m not about the whole follower game. Either way Me and my Girl would be extremely interested in making the short trip out to Guelph to do some exploring with you! I am @viewsfrom.thesix on Instagram and my girlfriend is @wanderlust.diaries . Check us out, judging by the way you described the type of exploring you like to do I am confident you will enjoy our stuff! Send me a direct message on there as the E-Mail I provided I can’t access! We hope to hear from you dude! Thanks
Is it risky to explore the U of G tunnels? My friend and I want to explore but are too afraid to get caught…..are there good times to go at orrrrrr
It is risky to trespass in the tunnels, compared to what you can see down there. It’s not worth it in my opinion.
It’s definately risky, the student code of conduct book says trespassing (it explicitly mentions the tunnels) can result in expulsion. Not sure if they really would expel someone, but I’m glad we never found out by getting caught. :) We went around 4am I think. Maintenance workers are up at all hours though. Be safe!
The tunnels from the Paradise Gardens did in fact exist. I saw them, stood in the entrance that would have run out toward the Woodlawn cemetary, but they had long been filled in with rubble and dirt. They were accessible from below the ball room floor via a staircase located under a removable section of flooring. The stairs led to and old card room which only had the remains of a few chairs, a table and large coat check section at the east wall. I would never have believed it had I not been down there myself but those large carved openings in the south wall are etched in my mind, permanently. I would guess that they were once covered over with large pieces of art or some kind of curtain. My now wife, used to work at the Desert Inn (as it was known much later on) and we were granted access by the owner after I had made a comment about the tunnels.
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