Yet each time we have visited it seemed to be raining. I thought this time would be another losing situation, considering it was snowing when we left our house, and we drove through a mini snow storm on the way to Traverse City.
As we neared Traverse City though, I could see patches of blue sky getting bigger and the sun starting to peak out. I thought "finally I will get to photograph and explore the former Asylum". I had even come prepared with an extra camera so Glen could have something to do while I was exploring.
Northern Michigan Asylum for the Insane
- Construction began in April 1883
- This was the third Asylum built in the state of Michigan
- Architectural style is Victorian-Italianate
- The first patients began arriving in the winter of 1885/1886
- Some of the buildings have been restored into retail shops and restaurants
- Others remain untouched, the unrestored ones are the ones that called to me
This is also were I left Glen to his own devises. I hoped he would continue on his own and not give up, but either way I was off to explore.
Separate infirmaries a.k.a. cottages were built apart from the main building. The main building has been restored and most of the cottages have not.
Cottage No. 30
Established in 1904 as a men's cottage. This cottage housed "working patients" patients who assisted in the fields and did grounds keeping chores.
The front porch...
Side view including the round tower...
The men's dining hall…
Cottage No. 40
Established in 1893 it housed the more boisterous male patients.
Cottage No. 28
Established in 1887 as a men's geriatric ward
Cottage No. 32
Established in 1889 as a men's ward and later converted to a tuberculosis ward.
Exploring the backside of the buildings
The backsides offer up some awesome grunge and I am sucker for doors...
It was at this point in my exploration that I began to wonder where Glen had gone to. I had not seen him since I left him at the Gardner's cottage. I had a sneaking suspicion that he had gone back to the car and was catching up on work stuff on his phone. But much to my delight as I turned around from shooting this screen door, there he was lurking in the bushes shooting some berries on a bush.
A couple last door/entryway photos. All this grunge and decay fills my little photographer heart with joy.
I came across this book…
at a little bookstore in a nearby town. It has proved to be priceless in helping me identify the buildings I photographed and the history behind them.
I hope to get back up there again next spring or summer and explore the women's cottages, since I have only explored the men's side so far.
Joining Helen for Weekend Walks a little late.