In the middle of one of the outlying cottages, perhaps the Masonic Cottage–it was too damaged to tell, really–are these pair of skinny doors that led from patient rooms to a common area with rotting shag carpet.
A classroom, perhaps from the days when the city owned the building.
The east side of the boiler shop sported a platform with a control booth and heavy machine mounts. Note the door that replaces the lower section of stairs for explorers.
Trees like masks.
No windows? Bricks? Must be for flammables.
Looking at the last wall of the hotel from the banks of the river.
A me-sized hole in the half-demolished skyway looks about a story down to the ground. Step lightly. Arista 100.