Peter M.
Google
We rolled up to the painted cooling towers and the colour hits you first—huge murals against the sky, music drifting from the plaza, people cheering as someone counts down for a jump. We grabbed coffees, found a spot near the base, and just watched for a while. Even without jumping you feel the buzz: harness clicks, a moment of quiet, then a shout and laughter floating back down. Cameras out, then pockets again, because it’s just as good to stand there and take it in.
After a bit we wandered the perimeter for photos and kept pointing out new details in the artwork. Kids posed, a drone zipped by, and locals waved us into frame once or twice. The whole place has an easy, friendly energy—industrial bones turned into a meeting spot. We left with paint-streaked skylines on our phones and that light, happy feeling you get when a simple stop turns into a memory.