The zebras had the right idea when they saw the pink beds–run.
Here, the concentrated gold (and silver, and zinc, I would guess) would be loaded into trucks bound for the smelter.
The dry house is in the worse condition of the remaining buildings. This is where miners would change clothes.
In the mountainside are a number of air shafts, indicating where the tunnels traced under the rocky surface.
After a short rainfall douses the mill in downtown Fergus Falls, the river next to the brick walls swells and the sounds of water overtakes the echos of the nearby bars. Reflections are on the foundation of the former distribution and rail building.
Employee lockers near the stage, Service Building.
On the boarded-up first floor of the house proper near the door to the chapel, the last pew sites next to a wet box of Bibles.
A crashed freight elevator.
A damaged roof channeled rain onto the adobe walls, cutting them in half. In the distance, a preserved house and the ruins of the Colmor School.