There was a fence, but it had a hole large enough to drive cars through. A "no trespassing" sign was so overgrown with weeds that you had to clear the leaves away to see what it said. Continued below.
I walked on past cause it looked like everyone else was. Several teenage lovers were kissing, graffittie was all around. Farther out someone was sitting in a car that they drove out to watch the sunset.
Closer to the end there were large holes in the floor filled with water. I turned around and headed back.
It could be a great tourist resource, just
left to rust.
No one minded people going there and no one has done anything to "fix
up;" as of my 1998 trip. Like much of America's industrial
heartland, it hadn't yuppified yet. Maybe someday this will be a