This was a random find while out on a bike ride around the central part of the state. Since it faced a local highway, I figured I would “make a note of it” and try to come back for pictures another day, and probably incredibly early in the morning. A few weeks went by, and while this my next visit was pending, I discovered that a friend of a friend was pretty familiar with the spot, so we coordinated a trip for the next weekend. Upon arrival, we received the first surprise when we found his entry had been very recently sealed up. It was a busy spot, and for a few awkward minutes we stood in the parking lot that faced the road, inept delinquents on display while we tried to come to a conclusion as to what to do next. We decided to punt and made a second attempt. It turns out that we had seriously overcomplicated this, and probably embarrassed ourselves trying to get in once again — though, we did manage to.
So, it turned out that this building has a fantastic older mill section with a stone foundation, and some ancient, rusted machinery still hanging around. This included a ten-foot industrial water wheel. (Which I never got a good picture of; you’re going to have to go check it out yourself.) The other side of the building was a more recent addition that featured the standard-issue modern warehouse floor, a huge open space with narrow pillars that were painted a hideous shade of “you’re stuck inside all day” green. Connecting the two sections is a couple floors of hallways, a series of old offices, and a rotted out “skywalk” thing with a wobbly funhouse floor, pitched about 45° to one side. It had gone to rot pretty severely, and the floor had collapsed against the wall, trying stay attached two stories above the pavement. I said a prayer to the patron saint of industrial collapse and crossed as quickly (and gently) as possible. Definitely one of the sketchiest floors I’ve walked in recent memory.
We occupied the place for a good hour or two taking pictures and finding some interesting views to shoot before we heard a real loud thud directly below us, followed by that definitely-not-anything-else footsteps noise. The movement came from downstairs near the main office, and we figured it might be the owner. Content with the shots we had taken at that point, and not really interested in finding out if this dude was a fan of amateur industrial archeologists, we evacuated the building and went off to do other, normal people summer time stuff.
Anyway, not bad for a local spot.