A string of vehicles have found death at Packard recently. Usually they are simply driving up ramps and pushed off the rooftops, but this one seemed destined for a worse fate. Found in the far corner of the far building.
Here’s the church, and here’s the steeple; Open the door and see all the people; Here’s the parson going upstairs; Here he is saying his prayers…
One of my favorite visual feature of grain elevators, especially big ones, is how they repeat.
The historical entrance.
Where staff could sleep.
Chester Creek, where it was forced to dip below the circa-1970s I-35 tunnels.
Short-stack remains of mounts for rod and ball mills, if I was to bet. The concentrator separated junk rock (tails) from the copper and silver ore, to such a point it could be smelted.
I assume this sign used to sit near the highway that snakes around the mine and town.