Blending the explosive ingredients was dangerous. It is no wonder that the blending house had so many emergency slides.
A side door for the shop area with ivy crawling toward it.
Workers in the basement tunnels had to communicate with the workhouse operators 100 feet above and vice versa. Alarms and bells were installed to signal trouble over the sound of the elevator machinery.
Part of the 1917 mill that had a little bit of roof left over it–most of this building was open to the sky. The birds loved it, but everything metal was quickly becoming too unstable to walk on.
This big rusty sphere hides behind the incomplete 5-stack.
A bunk room, minus the bunks.
The roof compromised, rain water rolls down the main stairway.
The bottom of the tailings boom is rotten. In days when the dredge, floated, gangways connected it to shore, it seemed. You can see the size of the pontoons under the boat here.