United States https://mikeonline.ca/ en Times Square, New York City https://mikeonline.ca/gallery_Times_Square <span>Times Square, New York City</span> <span><span lang="" about="/user/1" typeof="schema:Person" property="schema:name" datatype="">Mike</span></span> <span>Mon, 02/25/2019 - 15:15</span> <div><hr /></div> <div><p class="text-align-justify">No trip to New York City as a tourist is complete without a visit to Times Square.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">When we arrived, it was quite busy, but I suspect this was just normal.  Everyone there was either a tourist, or someone with a hustle to make money from the tourists.  I think most native New Yorkers likely avoid the Square to avoid all this chaos.</p> <p><img alt="Woman looking up." data-caption="She seemed so happy to just be there." data-entity-type="file" data-entity-uuid="05d00d93-ea82-44ba-ad47-1507ef0e9ff0" src="/sites/default/files/inline-images/DSC_1636_bw.jpg" /></p> <p class="text-align-justify"> </p> <p class="text-align-justify">After initially looking around at some of what was going on here, we decided it was the ideal time to purchase something to drink and take a break from all the walking we'd been doing.  We found a table and sat.  In very little time, we realized that this was no time to remain idle.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">Around us flowed a sea of humanity, largely oblivious to us, and everyone else around them.  Each taking in the sights, while not really seeing anything.  I quickly attached a longer lens to my camera and began snapping pictures of what I saw.</p> <p><img alt="Man looking from a distance." data-caption="Busted." data-entity-type="file" data-entity-uuid="3422badb-cda7-46a0-8930-28ac52079c7d" src="/sites/default/files/inline-images/DSC_1664_bw.jpg" /></p> <p class="text-align-justify"> </p> <p class="text-align-justify">Picture after picture, and no one was even aware.  Well, almost no one.  One single person noticed me, and he took a picture back, so we were even.  People took "general pictures or videos of the surrounding area, but no one really seemed to "see".</p> <p class="text-align-justify">I could have spent a great deal more time there, continuing to snap picures, but we still had other places to see before the lengthy subway ride back toward our hotel.</p> </div> <div><hr /></div> <section class="comments" > <h2>Add new comment</h2> <drupal-render-placeholder callback="comment.lazy_builders:renderForm" arguments="0=node&amp;1=37147&amp;2=field_comment&amp;3=comment" token="z5Cb4-zLril3zJ0KoYfd4YfmeX89HmkdWjb13d-f2s0"></drupal-render-placeholder> </section> Mon, 25 Feb 2019 20:15:00 +0000 Mike 37147 at https://mikeonline.ca https://mikeonline.ca/gallery_Times_Square#comments Salton Sea https://mikeonline.ca/gallery_Salton_Sea <span>Salton Sea</span> <span><span lang="" about="/user/1" typeof="schema:Person" property="schema:name" datatype="">Mike</span></span> <span>Mon, 04/23/2018 - 16:00</span> <div><hr /></div> <div><p class="text-align-justify">I arrived in my nice, clean, white, rented Equinox.  The windows were up, and the cool air was coming from the air conditioner.  The sun was shining, and I was loving being away from the cold and snow of Canada.  When I arrived, first at Salton City, I drove close to the beach and stopped.  I looked out over the shimmering water, turned off the engine and got out...  THE STENCH!  Nothing had prepared me for the smell.  Like seaweed and rotting fish, yet somehow much, much worse.  I looked around, noticed that some of the houses were actually occupied and thought, "how do they live with the stench?".</p> <p class="text-align-justify">Salton Sea began as an accident, and it's potential as a vacation resort ended as an accident.</p> <p class="text-align-justify"><img alt="One of many abandoned buildings" data-entity-type="file" data-entity-uuid="e36f613d-afaa-468c-bf87-e7b4c0676a0d" src="/sites/default/files/inline-images/DSC_0154.jpg" /></p> <p class="text-align-justify">In 1905, the California Development Company attempted to increase the water to the area for farming.  Canals were dug from the Colorado River into the Imperial Valley.  These canals began to fill with silt, restricting the water flow, so the engineers made a cut in bank of the river to divert even more water.  It was too much.  The canal was overwhelmed, and the river flowed freely into a basin for two years before repairs were completed.  This was the birth of the Salton Sea.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">As I wandered the deserted streets of Salton City, and then Salton Sea Beach, it was surreal.  The streets were all there although they had few stop signs, or other types of traffic control.  You could tell that this area was much more built up than it is now, but it was hard to imagine.  Between the heat, the desert sand, and the smell, it was almost impossible to imagine this as it once was; a busy, thriving vacation spot.</p> <p class="text-align-justify"><img alt="Sign for a golf course that was never built." data-entity-type="file" data-entity-uuid="dff9f6f6-b220-442a-b70b-c0804a600cca" src="/sites/default/files/inline-images/DSC_0175.jpg" /></p> <p class="text-align-justify">The area began development during the late 1950's, early 1960's.  The streets, power grid, and other infrastructure were planned for a population of over 40,000.  With rising water, salinity, and pollution from farm run-off, most properties were abandoned by the 1980's.  It wasn't the end of a dream, because the dream simply never materialized.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">i noticed that Salton Sea Beach seemed to be more about trailers and what most would consider cottages than what I saw in Salton City.  A number of fires appear to have destroyed some of the remaining structures, and graffiti and vandalism are everywhere.</p> <p class="text-align-justify"><img alt="Tires inside an abandoned garage." data-entity-type="file" data-entity-uuid="ccd75efb-c1c1-49a7-a301-fa525ff286ee" src="/sites/default/files/inline-images/DSC_0198.jpg" /></p> <p class="text-align-justify">With property costs so high in California at the moment, the lure of lots priced from $4,000 each is clearly attractive as the number of permanent residents appears to be on the climb again.  Much will depend, of course, on the nearby employment opportunities, beyond the casino located across the highway.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">As the sun disappeared behind the mountains, I was keenly aware that my time was up.  It was time to head back to San Diego after enjoying my opportunity to check a place off my bucket list.</p> </div> <div><hr /></div> <section class="comments" > <h2>Add new comment</h2> <drupal-render-placeholder callback="comment.lazy_builders:renderForm" arguments="0=node&amp;1=37115&amp;2=field_comment&amp;3=comment" token="Tv95u33WoTVUqkfWXgbvzobUhe9l7NcUXL5u5aG6AH0"></drupal-render-placeholder> </section> Mon, 23 Apr 2018 20:00:00 +0000 Mike 37115 at https://mikeonline.ca https://mikeonline.ca/gallery_Salton_Sea#comments Abandoned Metra Cars https://mikeonline.ca/gallery_Metra_Cars <span>Abandoned Metra Cars</span> <span><span lang="" about="/user/1" typeof="schema:Person" property="schema:name" datatype="">Mike</span></span> <span>Tue, 04/17/2018 - 16:00</span> <div><hr /></div> <div><p class="text-align-justify">Once again, I am reminded of my own rule...  "Nothing is ever as easy as it appears on Google Maps."</p> <p class="text-align-justify">Blindly following the directions of my GPS, I found myself at a strange little intersection with a gas station.  The GPS indicating that I should go straight onto a dirt road and so I complied.  I could tell from the mounded earth on the sides of the road that it was periodically maintained by graders.  I suspect some time had passed since the last grader, as my organs vibrated in time with the washboard ridges punching a staccato beat against the tires.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">The road evened out after a short distance and after circling under the highway, I found that the road ended at a small parking lot, but continued as a private road with clear "No Trespassing" signs displayed.  I parked the rented Equinox and jumped out, preparing myself for a longer walk than I had anticipated.  The map indicated I would be able to drive within a few hundred yards of my goal, but clearly this was not to be the case.</p> <p class="text-align-justify"><img alt="View down the tracks." data-entity-type="file" data-entity-uuid="1aae11c1-6366-4418-9f52-4256742920b4" src="/sites/default/files/inline-images/DSC_0128.jpg" /></p> <p class="text-align-justify">I went down over the shallow embankment and began following the long disused railway.  I was one of many who had come this way as evidenced by the well-worn path that had been etched into the ground.  I watched as small lizards skittered across in front of me, and marveled in the dry warmth of the day.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">The tracks themselves had been built by the San Diego &amp; Arizona Railway Company formed in 1906.  Leased to several organizations over time, it had been used by the Carrizo Gorge Railway Company to move sand for making concrete up until October, 2008, when the condition of the track, trestles and tunnels began to make it unsafe.  In 2012, the owner signed a 50-year lease with the Pacific Imperial Railroad Company, but in 2016, it was then sub-leased to the <a href="http://www.bajarr.com/en/desert-line/" target="_blank">Baja California Railroad</a> who were to begin repairs immediately, and resume operations by this year.  In 2017, Pacific Imperial went bankrupt, so it is uncertain where this leaves the future of the line.</p> <p class="text-align-justify"><img alt="End of the cars." data-entity-type="file" data-entity-uuid="19fb6207-bbfe-4c6a-9d6f-3495fd7a5397" src="/sites/default/files/inline-images/DSC_0092_0.jpg" /></p> <p class="text-align-justify">Coming to a poorly maintained trestle, I began walking gingerly across.  I was careful not to step on rotted ties, and to keep over the support beams running length-ways along the sketchy bridge.  In little time, despite my disagreement with heights, I was back on solid ground and on my way.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">It wasn't much longer before I spotted the object of my current desire.  The end of a rail car which I knew would be connected to five more.  Looking down the track toward them, you'll notice almost instantly that something isn't right.  As you get closer, you'll realize what it is...  The first of the commuter cars is derailed.</p> <p class="text-align-justify"><img alt="Graffiti on the outside." data-entity-type="file" data-entity-uuid="34447883-d22b-49d5-96aa-43d23af3e9a9" src="/sites/default/files/inline-images/DSC_0096.jpg" /></p> <p class="text-align-justify">The line of six cars was stored on a spur off the main line.  An article in the <a href="https://www.sandiegoreader.com/news/2015/feb/26/ticker-desert-line-derailment-carrizo-gorge/#" target="_blank">San Diego Reader</a> from early 2015 suggests that an act of "sabotage" was responsible for the brakes being released, and the cars sliding downhill to derail on the switch.  Other sources more calmly suggest vandals as the likely cause of the incident.  In either case, there's been no traffic on the main line since 2008, so no one has bothered to move the cars.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">I walked the outside length of the five commuter cars, examining the graffiti murals adorning the aluminum until I found the last car somewhat out of place.  Once a flat-bed, it had been converted for use in tunnel maintenance.  I hopped up onto the steps and began working my way through the interior which was in better shape than I would have dared imagine.</p> <p class="text-align-justify"><img alt="Interior of one of the cars." data-entity-type="file" data-entity-uuid="7f8f81e5-1333-4a6f-9829-23d58d137961" src="/sites/default/files/inline-images/DSC_0106.jpg" /></p> <p class="text-align-justify">Stickers on the inside indicated that the cars had been owned by <a href="https://metrarail.com/" target="_blank">Metra</a>, a commuter rail organization operating in Chicago, Illinois.  At the moment, I was uncertain how these cars would have made their way all that distance to find themselves on a siding here.  My best research suggests that they were destined to be used for commuter traffic near Tijuana, Mexico, but the venture fell through before the cars actually arrived.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">After I had completed my look around, I began making my way back to my parked vehicle to resume the day's adventures.</p> </div> <div><hr /></div> <section class="comments" > <h2>Add new comment</h2> <drupal-render-placeholder callback="comment.lazy_builders:renderForm" arguments="0=node&amp;1=37112&amp;2=field_comment&amp;3=comment" token="rBMGHNKRpYMJDe4eQCiA2KCDgbvIFWK8Vju46LXw4dY"></drupal-render-placeholder> </section> Tue, 17 Apr 2018 20:00:00 +0000 Mike 37112 at https://mikeonline.ca https://mikeonline.ca/gallery_Metra_Cars#comments Prairie Lodge Motel and Nearby Garage https://mikeonline.ca/gallery_Prairie_Lodge <span>Prairie Lodge Motel and Nearby Garage</span> <span><span lang="" about="/user/1" typeof="schema:Person" property="schema:name" datatype="">Mike</span></span> <span>Wed, 03/01/2017 - 20:43</span> <div><hr /></div> <div><p class="text-align-justify">With free time from a conference, and a rental car at my disposal, my tour of rural Colorado continued.  The intersection of a small, almost ghost town, just off the highway immediately showed me an interesting little gas station.  It was a call-back to the days when you get your car fixed at most gas stations, and everything was about service.  Days long gone.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">Across the road, I spotted a sign that caught my interest... A motel!  Excellent!</p> <p class="text-align-justify">There wasn't a great deal inside, but it DID have something I had never seen before in real life... Tumbleweeds!</p> </div> <div><hr /></div> <section class="comments" > <h2>Add new comment</h2> <drupal-render-placeholder callback="comment.lazy_builders:renderForm" arguments="0=node&amp;1=87&amp;2=field_comment&amp;3=comment" token="h-AHVS_laQBENw38TuFpenWJx4AdcnjOhuuw37RhLlw"></drupal-render-placeholder> </section> Thu, 02 Mar 2017 01:43:26 +0000 Mike 87 at https://mikeonline.ca https://mikeonline.ca/gallery_Prairie_Lodge#comments Goldfield and Victor, Colorado https://mikeonline.ca/gallery_Goldfield_Victor <span>Goldfield and Victor, Colorado</span> <span><span lang="" about="/user/1" typeof="schema:Person" property="schema:name" datatype="">Mike</span></span> <span>Wed, 03/01/2017 - 06:52</span> <div><hr /></div> <div><p class="text-align-justify">Fairness requires that I give each of these towns their own, individual stories.</p> <p class="text-align-justify"><strong>Goldfield, Colorado</strong></p> <p class="text-align-justify">Established in 1894 by the Portland Town and Mineral Company, lots of land were sold, many for $25, to the employees of the various mines that opened in the surrounding area.  The town grew quickly, and houses continued to be built.  By 1900, the town's population was over 3,500, and it featured a fire department, running water from a reservoir, arc street lights and a "Pest House" for transients or people with contagious disease like TB.  Churches, schools and a City Hall also sprung up as new services continued to be provided to the growing population.  Even an electric streetcar system was established linking Goldfield to the towns of Independence and Victor nearby.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">Violent strikes occurred in 1903 the required the intervention of the National Guard.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">When World War I began, many men were shifted from the gold mines to mines of more essential metals in other towns.  During this time, a housing shortage in Wyoming caused a number of homes in Goldfield to be loaded onto flatbed rail cars and moved away.  Men returning after the war would discover their homes gone.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">The town continued to decline and the post office closed in 1932.  By 2010, the population was just 49.</p> <hr /><p class="text-align-justify"><strong>Victor, Colorado</strong></p> <p class="text-align-justify">Founded in 1891, Victor was named after the nearby gold mine.  It grew so quickly, because of the surrounding mines, that it achieved city status in just three years.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">In August, 1899, the entire business district was destroyed by fire in a mere 5 hours.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">In 1903, Victor felt the effects of the same strike action as Goldfield.  Unionization against the work conditions of the mines brought about a period that would be called the Colorado Labour Wars.  The union hall is still standing and allegedly features some bullet holes from that time.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">Mining in the area continued to decline steadily until full closure in 1962.  From 18,000 residents at the turn of the century, the town reported a population of only 397 by 2010.  Renewed mining operations have helped in that regard, but it will never see its days of past glory again.</p> </div> <div><hr /></div> <section class="comments" > <h2>Add new comment</h2> <drupal-render-placeholder callback="comment.lazy_builders:renderForm" arguments="0=node&amp;1=88&amp;2=field_comment&amp;3=comment" token="Bswn6wRkqO28mOtKs6HQ_eGXeOnNL_CjAtRNLUAzxuA"></drupal-render-placeholder> </section> Wed, 01 Mar 2017 11:52:40 +0000 Mike 88 at https://mikeonline.ca https://mikeonline.ca/gallery_Goldfield_Victor#comments Roggen House https://mikeonline.ca/gallery_Roggen_House <span>Roggen House</span> <span><span lang="" about="/user/1" typeof="schema:Person" property="schema:name" datatype="">Mike</span></span> <span>Fri, 05/06/2016 - 11:15</span> <div><hr /></div> <div><p class="text-align-justify">This was an unexpected and welcome find along the way. It was as though the UE Gods were attempting to make it up to me that they had thrown a record-breaking blizzard at me to thwart my plans. It wasn't what I'd hoped for, but it was something.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">The storm cellar was of particular interest, not to mention the fact that this was the first time I had seen honest-to-goodness tumbleweeds in my whole life...</p> </div> <div><hr /></div> <section class="comments" > <h2>Add new comment</h2> <drupal-render-placeholder callback="comment.lazy_builders:renderForm" arguments="0=node&amp;1=80&amp;2=field_comment&amp;3=comment" token="p0Pmx2au3mS16hVGnrNGaRC6jtn2XqyrveUMhdRcnyM"></drupal-render-placeholder> </section> Fri, 06 May 2016 15:15:00 +0000 Mike 80 at https://mikeonline.ca Byers House https://mikeonline.ca/gallery_Byers_House <span>Byers House</span> <span><span lang="" about="/user/1" typeof="schema:Person" property="schema:name" datatype="">Mike</span></span> <span>Fri, 04/29/2016 - 11:15</span> <div><hr /></div> <div><p class="text-align-justify">Weather had played against me and deprived me of my primary target. I will, no doubt, be coming back to this state. While driving away, and metaphorically licking my wounds, I spotted this place not far from the road and went for a closer look. With the weather preparing to take another swipe at me, I decided to stop and take a look around.</p> </div> <div><hr /></div> <section class="comments" > <h2>Add new comment</h2> <drupal-render-placeholder callback="comment.lazy_builders:renderForm" arguments="0=node&amp;1=81&amp;2=field_comment&amp;3=comment" token="L9Oldj3tMyw33bUAGrs7_RHtCzpqjzteM7bZctu9GEo"></drupal-render-placeholder> </section> Fri, 29 Apr 2016 15:15:00 +0000 Mike 81 at https://mikeonline.ca Genesee County Home https://mikeonline.ca/gallery_Rolling_Hills_Asylum <span>Genesee County Home</span> <span><span lang="" about="/user/1" typeof="schema:Person" property="schema:name" datatype="">Mike</span></span> <span>Thu, 02/20/2014 - 15:15</span> <div><hr /></div> <div><p><img alt="View of the front of the asylum." data-entity-type="file" data-entity-uuid="849fd85a-56d5-4cab-a07a-63e679229edd" src="/sites/default/files/inline-images/DSC_2289_2.jpg" /></p> <p class="text-align-justify">It was a dark and stormy night as we made our way to the haunted asylum in rural New York state. While enjoying a Valentine's get-away, we heard about a ghost hunt at the Rolling Hills Asylum in East Bethany. I read up on the building and its history and immediately decided that, despite my complete skepticism with regard to the existence of ghosts, it was still a great opportunity to explore a historic building with legal permission. These opportunities don't present themselves often. Aside from that, I had never seen a ghost hunt besides those on TV. It would be fun to see first hand.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">It was, in fact, still daylight as we set out on the highway to find this place. The wind had come up and snow was accumulating quickly on the road. Being true, hardy Canadians, however, we would not let the distasteful conditions get in the way of what promised to be an interesting experience. We arrived and waited for the appointed time. Others were also waiting in their vehicles as what little light was left in the sky disappeared, and the snow piled ever higher on every surface. When the time came, we entered this impressive old structure, and were immediately told the rules and checked for compliance. We were brought to a room where we were asked to fill out forms waiving liability, etc. Before very long, with the formalities over, we were taken on a guided tour to give us an overview of what we were seeing.</p> <p><img alt="Historical aerial view." data-entity-type="file" data-entity-uuid="ac0a308c-4633-4e10-9588-117d0796eaa0" src="/sites/default/files/inline-images/RollingHillsHistory_zps322c870c.jpg" /></p> <p class="text-align-justify">On January 1, 1827, a former stagecoach tavern became the Genesee County Home and opened its doors to paupers, drunks, "lunatics" and vagrants. The following year, an additional stone building was attached to house for "the confinement of lunatics". The mentally ill would continue to find themselves dumped here until 1887 when the Board of Supervisors for the County decided they should be sent to either the Buffalo State Hospital, or to Willard Asylum.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">Like most other facilities of this type, the Home was a working farm. Those who stayed there worked the farm, providing for themselves, and earning their keep. Because the Home was largely self-sufficient, the cost of operation was a mere $1.08 / resident per week in 1871. One of the longest-term residents was Phoebe White who stayed for as long as 58 years, having entered at the age of 9 because she was an "idiot". At that point in the home's history, 146 people were being cared for.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">From the 1940's until its closure in 1974, the County Home functioned solely as a nursing home for seniors.</p> <p><img alt="View down a darkened corridor." data-entity-type="file" data-entity-uuid="d0aff3de-476e-4ce4-87f5-d2f2d2f9a8a2" src="/sites/default/files/inline-images/DSC_2264_0.jpg" /></p> <p class="text-align-justify">After the tour, and our introduction to the various scientific tools for the detection of, and communication with, the dead, we were turned loose to conduct our own investigations. The staff were clearly believers who were quick to relate their personal experiences in the building and where we could expect hot-spots of activity. I set out to do what I always do. Explore, and take pictures.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">For those who do believe, or even just for those who enjoy being creeped out, this is seriously a great experience. The whole place is dark with almost no light coming from outside. The wind from the on-going snowstorm rattled everything and anything loose, which in an old building is quite a lot. All of this comes together to create the perfect spooky atmosphere that can set almost anyone's mind to playing the odd trick. Was that a moving shadow at the end of the hall, or just the way my light moved as I walked? Was that a low moan coming from the basement, or just the wind blowing through any of a hundred openings?</p> <p><img alt="View of the alleged morgue." data-entity-type="file" data-entity-uuid="9af15b2a-7cc6-4b70-ab85-a2b9be96de72" src="/sites/default/files/inline-images/DSC_2284_0.jpg" /></p> <p class="text-align-justify">After thoroughly exploring the building, and losing the feeling in most of my fingers from the cold, we decided it was time to call it a night, and see how dangerous the highways had become as a result of the weather. We thanked our hosts, exchanged email addresses with a couple of the other visitors who happened to be from Ontario, and set out. To our happy surprise, the snow had stopped accumulating and the intrepid road crews had been hard at work clearing our way back.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">As stated, I don't believe in the supernatural, ghosts, etc., yet I still enjoyed this, if for no other reason than the history of the place. I would advise you to check it out if you're nearby, but honestly, no one is near by. You have to go there intentionally, which I do advise. It's worth it, skeptic or not.</p> </div> <div><hr /></div> <section class="comments" > <h2>Add new comment</h2> <drupal-render-placeholder callback="comment.lazy_builders:renderForm" arguments="0=node&amp;1=240&amp;2=field_comment&amp;3=comment" token="AfbwS6bPJi-olYlT8yr16OQSSLBiREF90BnZvNLZ1VY"></drupal-render-placeholder> </section> Thu, 20 Feb 2014 20:15:00 +0000 Mike 240 at https://mikeonline.ca https://mikeonline.ca/gallery_Rolling_Hills_Asylum#comments Manchester Roundhouse https://mikeonline.ca/gallery_Manchester_Roundhouse <span>Manchester Roundhouse</span> <span><span lang="" about="/user/1" typeof="schema:Person" property="schema:name" datatype="">Mike</span></span> <span>Mon, 11/25/2013 - 15:15</span> <div><hr /></div> <div><p class="text-align-justify"><strong>History: </strong></p> <p class="text-align-justify">The Lehigh Valley Railroad (LVRR)  was created originally to transport coal from Pennsylvania in 1846, but it soon began carrying passengers as well.  To help with its growing needs, a large freight yard in Manchester, NY was constructed and opened in 1892 where the company apparently the company loaded and unloaded more than 100 freight cars per day.  The yard was, at the time, was considered the largest in the world, employing over 1000 workers.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">The first roundhouse here was damaged by fire in 1895, but was subsequently rebuilt.  A new, "fireproof" roundhouse, the subject of this exploration, was a 30-stall construction built in 1916 and included a 100-foot turntable.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">The company began to decline after World War II with passenger service ending on February 4, 1961.  Its operations were taken over by the Pennsylvania Railroad in 1962 as the LVRR fell into bad financial condition, but finally went bankrupt in 1970.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">The roundhouse is said to have continued use as late as 1976 for diesel inspections, after which the rails were removed and a smooth concrete floor was installed as the building became property of Stoda Warehouse for a brief period of time.  Afterward, it was also briefly used by Springbrook Grain but has remained unused since.</p> <hr /><p class="text-align-justify"><strong>Personal Commentary:</strong> </p> <p class="text-align-justify">This location was a last-minute choice.  It was the day I was to return after a great weekend of exploring but I wanted to get in one more target before returning home.  While sitting in my hotel room that morning, I perused Google Earth, following various rail lines around until I noted this place.  Perfect.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">About an hour's drive from the hotel, and I had arrived.  The roundhouse was everything I had hoped, although, like the two before it this weekend, completely empty.  Despite this, I explored from end to end, enjoying every part of it.  The other buildings on the property were also of interest, not just to me, but to the rather large, feral cat I encountered as well.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">My research suggests these buildings may not be around much longer, but the red tape involved with any significant demolition keeps them safe for the time being.</p> </div> <div><hr /></div> <section class="comments" > <h2>Comment</h2> <article data-comment-user-id="0" id="comment-10" about="/comment/10" typeof="schema:Comment" class="js-comment comment"> <mark class="hidden" data-comment-timestamp="1511790893"></mark> <div class="comment-side"> <img src="/themes/likable/likable/images/avatar.png" /> <div class="comment-submitted"> <p class="comment-name"> <span rel="schema:author"><span lang="" typeof="schema:Person" property="schema:name" datatype="">Brandon (not verified)</span></span> </p> <p class="comment-time"> Wed, 03/26/2014 - 18:52 <span property="schema:dateCreated" content="2014-03-26T22:52:00+00:00" class="hidden"></span> </p> <p class="comment-permalink"> <a href="/comment/10#comment-10" hreflang="en">Permalink</a> </p> </div> </div> <div class="comment-text"> <div class="comment-arrow"></div> <h3 property="schema:name" datatype=""><a href="/comment/10#comment-10" class="permalink" rel="bookmark" hreflang="en">Hey Thanks</a></h3> <div class="content"> <div property="schema:text"><p>Great find! I saw this on Google Maps, and found your pics with another Google search. Thanks for posting the pics!</p></div> <drupal-render-placeholder callback="comment.lazy_builders:renderLinks" arguments="0=10&amp;1=default&amp;2=en&amp;3=" token="aMFSqcJuqpvz4JlBaHcijatXY1Y63RcKJnI8tqchiNE"></drupal-render-placeholder> </div> </div> </article> <article data-comment-user-id="0" id="comment-11" about="/comment/11" typeof="schema:Comment" class="js-comment comment"> <mark class="hidden" data-comment-timestamp="1511791026"></mark> <div class="comment-side"> <img src="/themes/likable/likable/images/avatar.png" /> <div class="comment-submitted"> <p class="comment-name"> <span rel="schema:author"><span lang="" typeof="schema:Person" property="schema:name" datatype="">Georgia (not verified)</span></span> </p> <p class="comment-time"> Fri, 10/20/2017 - 20:06 <span property="schema:dateCreated" content="2017-10-21T00:06:00+00:00" class="hidden"></span> </p> <p class="comment-permalink"> <a href="/comment/11#comment-11" hreflang="en">Permalink</a> </p> </div> </div> <div class="comment-text"> <div class="comment-arrow"></div> <h3 property="schema:name" datatype=""><a href="/comment/11#comment-11" class="permalink" rel="bookmark" hreflang="en">Roundhouse As Of Today, Oct. 20, 2017</a></h3> <div class="content"> <div property="schema:text"><p>My husband and I saw an article about this roundhousebeing on the list of "Five to Revive" by the Western New York Landmark society. in our local newspaper, D &amp; C yesterday. since Manchester is only about 1 mile from us, we checked it. Really falling down as the pictures show but interesting to see anyway. Other web links have a lot of information about the Leigh Valley RR &amp; Manchester.</p></div> <drupal-render-placeholder callback="comment.lazy_builders:renderLinks" arguments="0=11&amp;1=default&amp;2=en&amp;3=" token="0A85YrcWGCWvxuODug41XsQvMKO0gFynzZGMdBi--mg"></drupal-render-placeholder> </div> </div> </article> <h2>Add new comment</h2> <drupal-render-placeholder callback="comment.lazy_builders:renderForm" arguments="0=node&amp;1=79&amp;2=field_comment&amp;3=comment" token="w8jkJIyj-yXPqWD2yr8Qo-gIqYGF4FwdLAEt-NSstOk"></drupal-render-placeholder> </section> Mon, 25 Nov 2013 20:15:00 +0000 Mike 79 at https://mikeonline.ca https://mikeonline.ca/gallery_Manchester_Roundhouse#comments Milo Mill https://mikeonline.ca/gallery_Milo_Mill <span>Milo Mill</span> <span><span lang="" about="/user/1" typeof="schema:Person" property="schema:name" datatype="">Mike</span></span> <span>Mon, 11/18/2013 - 15:15</span> <div><hr /></div> <div><p class="text-align-justify"><strong>History: </strong></p> <p class="text-align-justify">I am able to find very little history on this site except that a paper mill was built here in 1890 which burned down in 1910. It was subsequently rebuilt. Whether this is the rebuilt mill is uncertain, and the circumstances of its eventual closure are unknown to me. If anyone can point me in a direction for further detail, it would be appreciated.</p> <hr /><p class="text-align-justify"><strong>Personal Commentary: </strong></p> <p class="text-align-justify">The remnants of this mill are a short distance away from the <a href="/gallery_Cascade_Mill">Cascade Mill</a> on the same river.  I had noticed both of these on Google Earth some time ago and thought they might be interesting to check out.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">When I pulled in, I was unaware that I would have to contend with security.  A watch-goat stood there, tethered, eyeballing me suspiciously as I got out.  I paid little attention to him as I began taking pictures.  When I was finished however I went over to make friends.  He came to me, tail wagging like a friendly dog and after a brief scratching behind the ears tried to butt me.  He missed.  I'm familiar enough with goat behavior to anticipate that happening.</p> <p class="text-align-justify">I left Mr. Grumpy to himself and continued on with my day.</p> </div> <div><hr /></div> <section class="comments" > <h2>Add new comment</h2> <drupal-render-placeholder callback="comment.lazy_builders:renderForm" arguments="0=node&amp;1=246&amp;2=field_comment&amp;3=comment" token="FF-7icwQo5snYGvNstqEjyeUXKNTPVJTjeN46k5aNxo"></drupal-render-placeholder> </section> Mon, 18 Nov 2013 20:15:00 +0000 Mike 246 at https://mikeonline.ca https://mikeonline.ca/gallery_Milo_Mill#comments