Different colors stained the small panes on the top floor. For once, it seemed more ridiculous to not be inside an abandoned factory.
The head distiller could walk out of their office to this balcony and overlook the whole fermentation process in a glance.
I did not take the escape ladder to the surface, but I am told it pops up in the middle of a hill next to the missile silo doors.
After a religious conversion from actors to projectors, a rebranding was in order.
While walking out I snapped this last shot of the sunset drenching the castle-top watertower (staying with the theme), right before the sun dipped below the hill across the stream from which the whiskey was distilled.
A little welding art one crosses over near the windlass room.
What are we to do in an emergency?
The basement of the asylum was a strange place. Take, this fireplace, for instance, in an otherwise barren room. Random cinderblock (left) has created a little room behind the fireplace. To round out the strangeness, a toilet was plumbed into the middle of the space. Note the stone foundations.
In the mine offices, hooks and a board with numbers was the system to keep track of who was in the mine and who was safe.