The basement of the asylum was a strange place. Take, this fireplace, for instance, in an otherwise barren room. Random cinderblock (left) has created a little room behind the fireplace. To round out the strangeness, a toilet was plumbed into the middle of the space. Note the stone foundations.
The right passageway is a carved staircase that winds upward to an old entrance. The left portal is one of the bigger and well-carved rooms… I would guess it’s part of the original caves.
There is no denying that the Fergus Falls asylum was a beautiful place, especially around sunset.
Behind the small stage is a hallway signed by practically every act that walked through its doors. There’s also a pair of palms. Since all the heat in the building collects in this area, it did seem more tropical.
It is unclear whether this area was for coal dumping or ore dumping, though the huge dents in the steel plating suggests the latter.
The roof could be vented when locomotives were running inside.
A bedroom, from the basement. The Dog Days are Over.
The side of the maintenance shops, still home to several disassembled electric carts.
A truck loading dock for raw materials. Looking at the concrete, you can sort of tell where the rails used to run.