Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.
The city constructed a wall in the early 2000s to discourage visitors. Note the staircase is cut off, too.
The concrete annex elevator had interesting graffiti. Much of it from the 1980s and 1990s.
The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
An alarm panel in the powerpplant, now demolished.
Allouez had already suffered one major fire. It didn’t need another–especially under Dock 1’s wooden approach.
Although most of the buildings were open and empty, a few carried signs.
Small rooms in the basement of the asylum were seemingly too tiny to be used, even for storage.
This corner of the building was the coal room, used to feed the two big boilers inside. The steam equipment has been replaced with electric, so this section may not have changed much in the past decades.