8 hours ago
I had sooo much fun aiming my camera at this old mineral springs hotel. This place has subsequently collapsed under its own weight and I'm still mourning it.
Built in the 1870s, it was a bellwether for its region, which would later start cashing in and creating an identity around the natural springs craze. Sadly, that boom went bust, and nowadays, much of the mountainous realm and its small towns look similar to this deserted hotel; forlorn and abandoned.
I got a late start, and lost even more time hitting every single road work project happening in the state. By the time we got to gasp at this haunted hotel through the windshield, evening was lurking across hills in the throes of their autumn death and a there was a thunder out in the distance.
I'll always regret not taking a better look within. The interior was as dark as a grave, and would have been my own grave if its rotten wooden frame finally decided to tumble. The main parlor was a wreck of fallen timbers, more hole than floor, and trashed furniture. I spotted a grand looking wooden staircase with a regal looking banister to my left that lead upwards into the mysterious upper floors, but my sense of self preservation and lack of a flashlight warned me better. But somebody took the risk and made it up there, judging by the spray painted swastikas and penises on the windows, 2 of the things you see the most at abandoned places.
I had a blast taking portrait shots of this lovely place and basking in that autumn weather I love so much, though, so I gauged my sojourn as a huge success. I couldn't seem to track down the springs, which would have been cool.
What a shame no one pushed to preserve this decaying beauty.