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This ramshackle hotel was my genesis. I first spotted it out a frosty car window as a wide eyed 12 year old, and it haunted me since. Eventually, I'd make my way down to get a closer look, and was taken by the enormous size, the mysterium, and all that was left behind that I could have tangible introductions with. I've been faithfully stopping by to wander its halls, crumbling chambers, and overgrown acreage ever since.
You'd never know it, but in its heyday, this hotel was the real McCoy. It was a destination resort hotel before that concept even really existed. Built in 1865 in the great Italianate architectural style, it ran from May to October, and offered a murderers row of amenities. The main house had a large parlor and library with a celebrated restaurant and dance hall and a unique interior well that took advantage of natural springs on the property. Speaking of springs, they're practically what built the hotel. They were considered some of the finest in the state, and lauded for their supposed healing abilities. A bottling house and boardwalk were built to access them, and the springs still exist today, but the old bottling house has long collapsed.
There were other outbuildings and cottages, a camping area, a private boathouse on a nearby lake, another private lake stocked with trout, one of the first golf courses in the country, a ski hill, a billiards den and cigar lounge, and even a photographers dark room.
The property sadly fell out of fashion in 1960. People wanted Holiday Inns and Howard Johnsons. The hotel limped into 1970 and closed for good, and the owning family couldn't afford to fix it up, and its status on the national register prevented them from tearing it down, so its subsequently been decaying, and the property has grown wild.
Inside is a carnival of chaos and I've had so much fun exploring it over the years. Old iron post beds, steamer trunks, clawfoot tubs, vintage clothes and antique miscellany still reside inside, in sad various states of ruin. Its because so dangerous, though, that I'm becoming weary of entering nowadays.
It was amazing walking around the property on a gorgeous fall day, listening to the leaves fall.