This was fun!

There are fifteen floors accessible by elevator in this place. Then there is a sixteenth floor, which appears to be mostly offices and training rooms. (When last I visited, this floor was under construction. I could not get in, but maybe you'll have better luck. Go visit!) The seventeenth floor appears to be a mechanical floor. (I could not get in.) The eighteenth floor I managed to get into.

It has many fan units, as big as garden sheds. They hum along. One had no cover for its belt, which was cordoned off by red caution tape.

I badly had to pee (it always seems to happen to me when exploring), and peed on the concrete floor, I'm sorry to say.

Here is the guestbook to this floor, located right by the entrance:

I climbed a grated stair to the nineteenth floor, where there was a gigantic ... hot water tank?

There is a five-foot-diameter tube passing through this floor. It seems like a smokestack (I imagine an old derelict coal furnace somewhere in the bowels of this place), but then I cannot figure out why it opens here to a grating, with bars spaced like a jail-cell's:

These floors are quite well lit:

The twentieth floor is my favorite.

It has been variously carpeted, and has a few hung photos from the good old days of the hotel:

There are also some chairs around a coffee table, covered in dust in which the word "DEAD" has been fingerwritten:

Each floor is, of course, smaller than the former. There is not much of the twenty-first floor to speak of.

The twenty-second floor must be reached by a ladder -- which, though old, seems very sturdy, I must say.

Here the smokestack is covered in insulation with a thin black surface, which when scraped, with a key for example, extrudes a white interior.

There is, no shit, graffiti here from 1959. And the stack is by no means completely covered with names and dates; so I could not refrain.

From this floor, I climbed a ladder -- equipped with a cable you could clip into, if you were climbing safely -- for about two floors, to the very tip-topmost lookout, where that smokestack debouches, incidentally.

I did not take a photo. I do not like heights much. But I was here: