Gloversville Continental Mills

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After the Fire: What Remains of Gloversville Continental Mills A Field of Bricks The bricks were everywhere. Not stacked, not standing. Just scattered across the ground like something vast had simply let go. What used to be Mill No. 3 of the former Gloversville-Continental Mills now spread out before me like a field of rubble, stretching from Beaver Street all the way back to the Cayadutta Creek bank. Thousands of bricks, the same ones that had held this building upright through more than a century of American manufacturing history, lay in random heaps with nowhere left to go. In one corner, pressed against a sealed-off wall, sat what remained of steel beams, HVAC machinery, and other miscellaneous load-bearing beams and the remains of 40 historical knitting machines. The fire had taken everything soft about them. What was left were twisted red-brown skeletons of rust and charred metal, piled on top of each other like they had tried to hold on and failed. Standing there in the ...

Abandoned Oil Depot: Revisited (2017)







I returned to this once illustrious property with a new friend I am going to call JM. JM and I visited this property I explored last year alone. I found the place as I originally found it minus the squatter filth and homeless encampment inside the office building I had not explored. I ventured back to show my friend J the place. It surely doesn't disappoint. The property is subdivided by a rail line and continues in either direction a good mile and a half. The property was completely wide open as per usual and nothing of note seemed to have changed but a few plastered up wooden frames in front of the office buildings.










Giving the property a thorough exploration, I ventured inside the oil tank and immediately thought of The Proper People video where they ventured inside a much larger oil tank and busted out a solo guitar tune. A well known shot and audio in there opening trailer. Inside the sound of my voice reverberated around in the mostly silent enclosure minus the sound of the highway traffic 700 ft away. Some artwork was adorned inside but nothing of note or high complexity. An erie feeling and new experience. One for the fond memory portfolio.










Exploring away from the office buildings I headed straight for the most intact oil tank on the property. Climbing the spiraling stairs my heart raced. I was surely going to be in full view of passing vehicles and any passing local PD. I sauntered on with a clear goal to summit the tank. I was rewarded by my risky escapade as the nearby city opened up over the skyline. A truly rewarding experience. A view granted to the most daring of explorers. Trust your gut and put away the anxiety and life truly rewards the bold and courageous.





















Exiting and hightailing it out of there, we began to move to the next abandonment down the street for entry assessment. As soon as we exited, a local PD car stopped at the intersection. We continued walking like we owned the place. The vehicle turned towards the highway and we breathed a sigh a relief. A good start to the day!








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