My home town has an honest-to-god mental hospital that was built to house Civil War vets and was shut down in the 1980's (THANKS REAGAN for helping to turn a bunch of people onto the street who were so institutionalized that they didn't know how to care for themselves!).
When I was in high school, it was (hypothetically - this is all hypothetical, since it's illegal) very cool and very creepy to break into the old buildings and sneak around, especially (again, hypothetically) in the basements because all of the buildings were connected by over 4 miles of tunnels. What made this especially terrifying (and, hypothetically, thrilling), besides the fact that the buildings had housed generations of mentally insane people, and so much sadness and horror (electroshock, anyone?), was that when the buildings were shut, they were just... shut. There was so much stuff left behind (hypothetically) in the buildings, like patient medical records and children's paintings on the walls, that the buildings breathed the sense that at any moment, the folks who'd walked out the doors 20 years prior would stroll right back in, caught in mid-life.
The Village of Point Molate has this same creepy, dropped in mid-motion feeling.
I stumbled upon Pt. Molate one afternoon while my daughter was napping in the back of the car. I was already in the East Bay on business, and had to keep cruising to keep her asleep for a bit longer, so, after discovering "Pt. Richmond," I thought to check and see if there were any public roads that go to the tanks you see on the north side of the Richmond bridge.
Lo and behold, as I drove along the disintegrating roadway, I came across a battered sign announcing my arrival to the "Village of Pt. Molate." Further down the road, there were all these houses, and a basketball court ,still with the nets, trapped behind a high chain-link fence. The buildings were clearly empty, but some still had frosted window decorations of reindeer in them. CREEPY.
I LOVED THIS PLACE and the only thing that kept me from hunting around was:
A) the slumbering daughter
B) the security guards I drove past on the way in
C) the slightly terrifying feeling that things were stopped in mid-motion because of a haz-mat issue.
After some subsequent research, it turns out that Richmond is in the throes of trying to develop Pt. Molate into a casino (http://www.baycrossings.com/Archives/2005/01_February/in_richmond_today.htm). Given that Richmond is not a rich city, this is actually a pretty cool idea.
Ostensibly, this area is cordoned off because it's in a state of suspended animation - in the middle of being repurposed from a Naval oil station to a private casino... But, why all the fencing, even around "harmless" picnic areas, in the meantime? Why not let the public still enjoy the area until it's re-used? Perhaps Chevron's environmental issues play a hand: http://www.umich.edu/~snre492/sherman.html
Anyway, if you're in the east bay sometime, possibly checking out the Rosie the Riveter national park, swing by Pt. Molate for a little creep out.
Other Nifty Features On the Drive Through Pt. Molate:
The Galley Cafe at Pt. San Pablo (http://www.yelp.com/biz/V8oVdOiN3k1kDYCGurT9ag#hrid:UKgY1FkOtEOgIpCdVNj0WQ/query:point%20molate)
A Shooting Range for Chevron Employees
Point San Pablo Yacht Harbor (http://www.pspyh.com/)
Old Fishing Boat Sunken in Waters
Collapsed Dock Sunken in Waters
Goats Grazing on Hillsides
Lots of Raised Old Oil Pipelines
Chevron's Tanks (http://www.chevron.com/products/about/richmond/)
Wine Haven Buildling
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