I revisited the mill years after my documentary. Now it is even more destroyed and surrounded by new fences.
The rails that used to go to the back of the complex are long gone, but the ties are still in the back of the parking lot.
Mitchell Avenue, the main drag of a ghost town. Traces of asphalt and curbs are barely visible through patches of grass. In the old plan of the town, Mitchell Hotel would be to my direct left in this scene, and about 10 houses would flank this street to the left and right.
The light masts are there, but it looks like the cables that stretched across the dock with the actual lights have fallen down.
The windows reflect the sky. The bricks hit the ground.
Hiking into the ghost town with enough gear to live there for a few days, if we wanted.
One of the older buildings on the site, this is an old power house that provided electricity to the plant. I spent some time walking around it and believe it was fired with coal gas but had a diesel backup installed later.
The crumbling building barely contained the colors inside of it.
This gives you a sense for what it looks like to stand on the roof of the main production building at sunset.