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| In 1903 the Packard brothers moved their automobile operation from Ohio to Detroit and began rolling out their vision of the automobile. Albert Kahn created the first industrial structure that used reinforced concrete for the Packard. This location on the east side of Detroit, is where the Packard’s would manufacture cars for more than half a century. It was the same year Henry Ford perfected the assembly line transforming the auto industry forever. Contrasting Ford’s design based off of the concept of affordability, the Packard’s cornered the luxury car market, mainly competing with brands like Cadillac and Chrysler. By the 1950s the Packard plant had grown to include dozens of buildings spanning across more than 36 acres. At one point Packard had other buildings throughout Metro Detroit including a test track in Utica, and facility now long razed that was once located on the Detroit River across from Belle Isle. The main factory, on East Grand Boulevard, was the primary plant for Packard; if you ever have ridden in a classic inline 8 or 12-cylinder gas guzzling Packard, it was likely made in what has become this post industrial wasteland. | ||
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By the mid 1950s the future of Packard Motors was unclear. In order to compete with Detroit’s bigger and more established brands, Studebaker. South Bend Indiana based automaker purchased Packard in 1955. 1957 was the last year the Packard nameplate was manufactured, and after that point the cars assembled were produced as Studebakers. Finally by 1962 the last car was rolled off the line in the wake of Studebaker’s decision to quickly exit the automobile industry. After the carmaker shut down, the space was slowly filled and partitioned off for various small tenants that manufactured many things from conveyers for new factories, industrial and electrical components, stampings, and even electro plating. | |
| Today, there are only two tenants left in the entire complex, one in the north end, and Chemical Processing, a chrome plating shop in the south section. Most of the former remaining businesses were forced out by the City of Detroit in an unsuccessful attempt to condemn the building and tear it down in the late 1990s. Then in 2007, the city lost a critical court case that would have transferred control of the property. Given all the safety code violations and hazardous materials inside, the only likely reason for it to be sparred the wrecking ball is because it is too costly for the owner to tear it down and properly dispose of the toxic materials. Instead these carcinogens slowly seep into the ground and poison the city and its residents. | ![]() |
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The massive Packard factory’s center is located on East Grand Boulevard. Its south portion has been open to vandals and scrappers since shortly after the city forced out the final renters. The north half just recently became unguarded when the city lost their claim to the property in 2007. Even with the efforts to secure the grounds, tons of copper, steel and other metals have been removed leaving a severely compromised structure. Over time what’s left has been filled with debris from illegal dumping, and covered in tags ranging in quality, some left by experienced writers and others by street punks who are more interested in scribbling their names. Even the giant water tower high above has been bombed leaving behind pale faded paint. Nobody has had the courage to cover it for several years now. |
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If you are looking to explore the Packard, there is not really any one point you should start; the complex is so massive that there is just not enough time to see it all in a day, or even a weekend. Within the southern section on the west side of Bellevue Street, (the alley that runs north and south through the center of South Packard) is a tall five-floor red brick structure. This is the tallest formation in the south half of the complex, usually the spot I choose to enter because of an area close by that is relatively safe to park at. There are also several openings along Concord Street one could enter, and many more openings off of Bellevue Street. It is funny to watch the city and the building’s owners board it up in some areas while leaving multiple entrances in other places. |
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In this particular brick building, there is almost no free space left to write on. As far as graff goes, it’s a good place to throw down. The roof of this building has collapsed into piles of debris in multiple places onto the upper floor, a familiar sign of neglect. From the top there is an eye opening view revealing how massive the Packard compound truly is. A bridge is attached several floors below that leads to the east side of the factory over Bellevue Street. The eastern portion contains the main path that leads to just about any part of the old factory. Large rooms span off the main thoroughfare where workers once forged and assembled cars. Some of these corridors are empty, some dark, some open, and some are filled with junk, debris, and old car parts. Although the bridge connects on the second and third floor, it is on the second floor concourse where you can freely travel to nearly any building in the complex while avoiding obstacles like holes, dead ends and blocked stairwells. | |
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The Norfolk Southern Railroad runs north and south along the west side of the factory. Currently it is mostly unused, but this once was the primary railroad link between Milwaukee Junction in midtown, and the industrial zone located along the Detroit River. Nestled behind the tracks awaits a historical cemetery containing tombstones dating back to the 1860s. Also adjacent to the tracks, a part of the Packard that makes up a large room that was used to load and unload trains. Another set of tracks branches off leading inside through a pair of doors large enough to accommodate railcars. Constructed tall and open, including windows high above that allow bright daylight inside, this room long ago fulfilled its industrial purpose. Spanning the length of the room are overhead rails that allowed cranes to quickly load and unload materials from the railcars for the plant. In the past there were several of these cranes suspended above, but while scrappers practiced their craft, these cars were wedged from the tracks and fell to the floor below. All the wiring, controls, and any metals of value have been removed, leaving behind heaping piles of asbestos and mounds of garbage on the floor. Asbestos is one of the many hazardous materials contained in the Packard. The main reason you should have breathing protection specifically rated to filter asbestos and other fine particles if you venture inside. |
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The fact is, the Packard is not a clean place. There are sections that have chemical barrels dumped that slowly leak their contents, creating awful odors that saturate the stale air. Another room nearby the receiving area is pilled with old television sets containing components made with hazardous materials including PCBs and other known cancer causing substances. When the final additions to the Packard were built, lead paint was not yet banned, so it is not far off to assume the entire complex has lead contamination. All the dust and dirt on the floor is without doubt saturated with paint chips, pigeon feces, asbestos, and who knows what else. All this material sticks to your shoes and your clothes, so it is a good idea to have a special set of gear including gloves for exploring… and a pair of shoes that you wont wears around your house, especially if you have pets. | |
| Another of the large rooms located on the south end has often been a place for the homeless to squat in third world shanties constructed from garbage. One day a friend decided to take a peek inside one of these huts and discovered a crude marijuana grow operation. Apparently just enough light makes it into this room, and the toxicity is low enough for plant life to be possible. There are plenty of trees on the roof, but it is more impressive to see pot growing among all the contamination. At the far end of the room is a set of stairs leading to a basement. You can’t really go far below because water from a broken water main covers the stairs halfway down. It actually sounds like a river flowing underneath, eating away and constantly eroding the ground that the foundation was built on. I know for a fact that this water main has been broken for at least four years, perhaps longer. All that water is going somewhere, sweeping away the ground and likely creating a massive sinkhole that one day, will consume the structure. |
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Large portions of the building constructed as one-floor warehouse space are now mostly missing. I have witnessed scrappers working here on numerous occasions over the past two or three years. There is no doubt that there is a professional crew dismantling the Packard, piece by piece. Observing from two or three floors up, I had a perfect view of a crew at work one day. They were not just removing pipes and wires; they were actually demolishing the building, taking the steel beams that support the structure, and the roofing itself. On this day, there were three pickup trucks being filled with scrap, at least five or six people working, including a couple guys who had scaled dangling beams to cut the scrap with torches. Other workers were breaking these larger pieces down and loading them into the trucks. They used saw-zalls, while some only had hand tools. Guard dogs were running around freely providing security for these criminals while they loot the city. | |
| On another day, the same crew was working in this section of building when I happened to be on my way out. The problem was that there were uniformed police officers in the alley arguing with one of them, and there was no way for me to exit without being seen. I was stuck until the cops left, so I quietly waited on the first floor of the building across the alley. At some point they resolved their issues. The next thing I know, the cops are gone, and the scrappers continued their business like nothing happened. At that point in time, there was still a good portion of that section if building in tact, but now it is all virtually gone. Just brick walls left waiting to collapse with the absence of support. Some day the scrappers will take the bricks too. A nearby brickyard on Chene pays a penny for every brick with no mortar left attached and at least three corners undamaged. It's a lot of work, but an option for the desperate to clean and haul them to the yard for a living. |
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The Packard is filled with Detroit’s underworld. Left behind are the occasionally abandoned car, boat, trailer and camper. Most are here because hey were stolen, and the walls of the Packard offer isolation for thieves to strip the cars before selling their parts to junkyards. Some of the cars and boats are on upper floors; likely driven in on the ramp in North Packard, given that it has been decades since the lifts were functional. There is even a room I like to call Camp Packard because it contains a beat up RV and a boat parked on a trailer right next door. Everything you could need for a road trip. Making way through these urban caverns you may notice that the factory once had hard wood floors, much like the floors you would see in a house. As time past, the wooden floors have absorbed moisture from the air and the leaky roof, swelling and buckling up off of the concrete sub floor. Other parts of the building have wooden blocks instead. The blocks were used because of their ability to absorbed oil, grease, and other fluids that spilled, and most importantly they reduced noise and vibration. It was easy and cheap for workers to swap out the tarnished blocks with fresh ones when spills would occur. The Piquette-Studebaker Warehouse must have been filled with these little wooden accelerants when it went up flames in 2005. |
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Dogfights are also a sad reality at the Packard. I have never seen a fight myself, but it is clear that are held here. On the second or third floor we came across a square wall of unsecured cinder blocks forming a ring about 10 to 15’ across. There was a blood-covered tarp inside, bloody paw prints, and ropes keeping an area clear near the ring. The only conclusion, this space was used for dogfights. On a later visit, the fighting ring was taken down, but I would not be surprised to see this activity again. I hate to say it, but this is a good spot for that sort of thing. The Packard is clearly a place where you will find shady activity, any day you go. It’s a place to scrap, paint, strip cars, turn tricks, sell drugs, fight dogs; it was even once a place for underground parties. But for a lot of people it's a place to take a walk, shoot some pictures or just enjoy a nice day. Even though the Packard, or the “Motor City Industrial Park” as it once was called, has been doomed for some time, it is still a dynamic place that is constantly changing. When I walk around here I try to imagine what it looked like when it was operating, when it was filled with workers and machines and parts. Now that they are all gone, and the Packard is just a symbol of Old Detroit, the Detroit that is gone forever. |
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| Recently, the famous Motor City Industrial Park crossing at Concord and Grand has been making headlines. Not for its mighty architecture, or grand automotive history, but for its crumbling façade. The brick shell has been dropping concrete and mortar to the boulevard and sidewalk below. The Interior of North Packard has been for some time a treasure trove for scrap, and in the recent year (2007-08) the city has rescinded control of the property to the owner. Security and watch guards that were usually on duty at the complex have been laid off, leaving it wide open to anyone who dares roam the grounds. Now the most common people lurking in these parts are widely known to be scrap thieves, graffiti artist, and photographers. Sundays are typically quiet, due to the lack of scrap thieves, their trucks and the chinking and pinging of stolen metals. Slowly they carry off the Packard, or at least what’s left worth salvaging. The rest will slowly crumble away. Various sinkholes are forming underneath due to the constant erosion that is taking place. Couple this with a severe lack of security and preventative maintenance, the Packard has already lost the battle with father time. | ![]() |
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Unlike the pieced together make up of the south end, the north side of Packard is a vertical cavern of offices, assembly lines, and workspace. Stretching five to six stories in some areas, and hundreds of yards deep, it’s easy to see why this was such a prolific factory for her day. Workers, tradesman and office personal all toiled day in and day out on the grounds of the premier auto facility. Today she is now home to much more devious and dishonest trades. The un-kept, “Swiss cheese” appearance of the Concord Ave. side is largely due to the local biker gangs. The Wildcat Motorcycle Club attracts bikers who use the vacant rooms of Packard like rooms of a seedy motel by allowing the club’s whores to turn tricks in the entrances of garages. Some years ago while exploring with two friends, we managed to become separated, and in the process of finding our other friend we stumbled upon a sight I’ll never forget. In a large room full of decaying boxes and machines, behind a large cement column I spied two fat naked white people. A portly man with a couple tattoos and what appeared to be his “old lady”. They were shocked to see us as well and just simply froze. The man in his underwear, and the nude woman who was sitting up on a table just stared back at us and said nothing. I looked at my friend; we silently agreed it was time to go and promptly turned and left. We managed to run into theses people no less than three times before leaving that morning. One time crossing paths in the tight confines of a dead end stairwell, and not once were they wearing any shoes, just under-wear. | |
While exploring the north end of the Motor City Industrial campus, an absolute must-see is the epic nine-story, 360-degree view from the highest point in the complex that remains standing. Simply referred to as “High Point,” it gives an urban explorer the opportunity to see Packard from above, allowing one to make mental maps of what is still out there to explore, and what is checked off the list. This stunning reference point is what has allowed us to spy, and track others that we encounter. Sometimes it’s to keep a safe distance; other times it’s simply the fun of observing. On one occasion when I was much younger, a friend and I had decided to stay over night. We explored the dying building during a wild thunderstorm. Between the showers, a full moon provided ample light for us to walk around, allowing us to maneuver quite covertly through the shadows. That night we tracked not only scrappers but also another group of urban explorers. Directly above the bridge that crosses over from south to north, there is an oddly shaped room of angled windows. A large section of windows and framing that face due east is missing. What this room was used for is beyond me, but over the years of coming back to this point it has become my personal favorite place in the summer. As if the earth was uninhabited for many years the plants, moss, and wildlife have completely overtaken this structure. Faint light and constant moisture provide the right environment for dark green moss and ivy to spread out over a reddish clay like floor. Half a dozen or so birds are always hanging out making noise, and the large missing windows offer a serine view of a sleepy east side Detroit. |
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A few small sapling trees grow directly from a crack in the cement floor creating zen, reminiscent of a Japanese garden. The room that is directly attached to this peaceful haven couldn’t be more opposite. Like a scene from some nightmare, wood planks and rusty nails are tossed in heaping piles halfway to the ceiling. This room is only about 30 feet across, but stretches it for some distance, close to 500 feet or even more. Several small boats are also tossed into these heaps of timber. Walking through this area was quite a challenge the first few times I tried. Making it across leads to the back of the longest building on the site. At the farthest north entrance in this section is a garage door and a large concrete ramp. The ramp winds back and forth up to each floor going all the way to the roof, allowing for cars to have been stored on the roof tops of the old automotive plant. This also makes the Packard a criminals dream. With no one watching the entryway of the building, thieves have been using the ramp to either strip cars in various tucked away rooms, or to dump trash. Cars, boats and trailers sit in various states of decomposition and vast amounts of the strangest junk lie in heaping piles taller than eight feet. A stack of TV guides from 1987 dumped on one floor number in the thousands. Stacks of discount shopper catalogs, and cloths bundled tightly together form small mountains. |
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The Packard complex is made up of a vast amount of broken up space. This once helped the complex to grow and adapt during its operation. This also helped the Packard plant have a much later second life during the 1990s as “Splatball City,” paintball facility as it was known. It was opened in approximately 1992 and remained running for some time. Its lifespan is not exactly known, but it was officially open for at least 3 or 4 years. Even after it closed, renegade paint ballers were still using it heavily. Taking games to the dark, some rounds would last all night long and into the morning. It has obstacles like no other course in the world. From historic old cars and military vehicles, to junk and debris, anything and everything was game. This included the collapsed sixth floor of one section in North Packard. The collapsed area was the base that one team would use during games of capture the flag. Intense night games were often played here. Accounts of it note this was a hard-core paintball facility in all respects. |
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The Packard is known most infamously around these parts for a different second life, or nightlife. During the height of Detroit Techno’s most creative and underground days, acid fueled all night parties ragged till dawn and beyond. Speakers, lights, and equipment were all powered from stolen electricty and generators, and the police were paid with cold cash. Parties at Packard were epic. Attendees of these raves took ecstasy and danced on dirty warehouse floors, no need for frills or dance club politics… that’s not the Detroit style. Of these parties the most prominent historical events to take place there were the annual “Syst3m” & “Poor Boy” events along with, “Pathtom”, and Richie Hawtin’s epic “Spastik” party. The building became a favorite with Detroit artist for its symbolism, among other reasons, and was used multiple times. Events at the Packard complex became the thing of Detroit legend, and still to this day are looked at as the peak of the underground rave culture in Detroit. Remnants of these parties lie scattered, few and far between, but finding them is always a surreal moment. If you ever spend any lengths of time in this industrial mine you know it has a heartbeat. A sound like the slow droning thud… it’s a constant beat. At times you’ll hear the high-pitched sounds of metal, like a swinging hammer against steel. Other times the beat is a low bass, so low you feel the sounds deep in your gut. Eerie moments of silence at dawn build to intense feelings of panic and fear. In 1996 Richie Hawtin released a track on his “ Artifakts ” EP simply called “Packard”. It is one of the most chilling pieces of music. Having been there countless times myself, this 12 min Techno saga actually captures the tones of a dying, and haunted building to the T. |
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In my day, I have come across some strange and interesting stuff while exploring buildings in Detroit. Of the oddities I have found, one of the strangest things is a large wooden cat stashed in a small room on the 4th floor. The wooden cat stands some 7 feet tall and weighs nearly 200lbs. Another rare gem that no longer resides on the Packard grounds is a 1930’s or 40’s Packard car that was slowing deteriorating on the grounds for nearly 70 years. Though it was covered in rust, and the interior was completely rotted away, the chrome and other engine parts were in surprisingly good shape. Shortly after the city lost its lawsuit to take control of the property, the car was removed. Not far from where this car was I also made another discovery… a tunnel. The east section of the Packard North complex had been torn down many years earlier, but its foundation remains. While looking inside one of these basement foundations, we recently discovered a brick tunnel leading to all parts of the sub structure beneath North Packard. During this trek we saw abundant evidence that the Packard’s foundations are being slowly eroded away by constant weather and sewer leaks. Piles of trash and debris, plus fallen bricks hampered our exploration, and we were only able to see about half of the tunnels. A thick layer of mud and oil cover the floors. |
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There are simply so many places to see and things to explore inside the Packard complex; it is truly hard to put the words on paper that can place the factory in perspective. Its importance to this city and its people was so large that its death is iconic and symbolic of the struggle in Detroit. Pillaged and demoralized, the foundation is crumbling underneath; it looms like a carcass of a hollowed prehistoric beast. Systematically being dismantled in the conquest for precious metals, the Packard is already becoming a thing of the past. If there is no intervention to the situation soon, the entire structure will be gone. The hopes of salvaging the copper, steel, and aluminum to cover demolition and cleanup cost fade with every beam and pound of wire stolen. It will soon be nothing more than a completely worthless pile of bricks, concrete, and glass. Sewer damage and P.C.B.s from all of the toxic materials still on the sight and in the ground will cost millions for the city to clean up…if it can afford to. Honestly, part of me will be satisfied if the site is never cleaned up and I can continue photographing and documenting the area for next few years. The other part of me very much wants some miracle to happen and see the industrial revolution take hold again, but…I live in reality and know it is most likely to sit stagnant for quite some time. For now the Packard is ours to explore. Talk of new life has come to light in just the past few moths. The sale of the famous front door on Grand Blvd. may hold the secret to the buildings murky future. Bought for an impressive $160,000.00 at auction, this may be the first step in final phase of the Packard’s existence. |
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