Thursday, December 20, 2012

Social Services Building in Yonkers

     There's an interesting connection between this building and Glenwood Plant, though it is rather personal.

     When me and my exploring partner went to Glenwood, he suggested we go to the nearest hardware store and don construction outfits to blend in with the construction workers that were cleaning the plant. 

     Now, I have never needed a disguise while exploring and didn't plan to start that day. I suggested we wait, looking for something else to do in the meantime. Just our luck that we stumbled upon a building that looked like it was under construction/being remodeled. After not finding any obvious means of entry at the front, we walked through a gate that led to the water.

     Strolling casually past the cameras and "No Trespassing" signs, we made our way to the back of property, and the warm summer air followed us to an abandoned house surrounded by work trucks.

     Now, we had several doubts about this site. Why all the work trucks? What if every worker was on lunch break, ready to come back in ten minutes? 

     Slowly, we peeked our heads inside a cabin, and found it was empty.


Before we left, I noticed a yearbook addressed to a boy named Andrew in a locker. It is always interesting to find a piece of someone's history while exploring, and I looked through the yearbook trying to deduce what I could about this Andrew fellow, and the type of life he had in school. It was like being a detective.

Eventually we moved on from the small house to our main target: the social services building. A mess of pipes and wires led to a door, and some of these wires propped that door open. We entered very cautiously...what if these were alarm wires? We stepped silently around the corners to ensure we didn't bump into any workers, which might have happened at any given moment. 

To make matters all the more suspicious, we saw absolutely no signs that any other explorers had ever entered the complex before. It was pristine. Since it was so quiet, every sound was augmented, from the low humming of an alarm in the background (which we learned to ignore and grew accustomed to) to the creaks of the building, which always seemed like workers to us. We were vigilant, ready to dive into one of the side rooms just in case we would need to hide.

There were no signs as to whether or not the site was abandoned, and infiltrating a live site, such as this may have been, would warrant a more serious punishment than infiltrating a forgotten one.

As we explored the building further, we still stepped with caution but dropped much of our initial fear. Flashlights illuminated our dark paths as we discovered small theaters and electrical control rooms. Signs on walls too difficult to remove led us to do more detective work: we could discern that the building was intended for social services offices, and there were clues that it may have been shut down as early as the late 90s. 

After the dark, quiet, dusty roam around the building, where few artifacts remained, it was nice to step out once more into fresh, warm, inviting summer air, breathe a sigh of relief knowing that we would no longer have to deal with the prospect of being caught there, and walked over to Glenwood Power Plant..

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