A panorama showing the biggest building in Gilman—unless you count the massive mine below as a structure.
Two versions of Detroit. One where buildings stand tall and proud, and one where they wilt under the sun. It’s an amazing juxtaposition.
A gymnasium, if I recall. The last building before the road dead-ends.
The tailings boom is the first and last thing you see when approaching the mountaintop shipwreck.
A huge steel tank, one of several left over, left over from either the Ashland Oil or Allied Chemical periods.
The Clipper was one of the most popular Packards, but its production was cut short by WWII. Had they produced the car instead of Rolls Royce plane engines I imagine there would might be driving a Packard today, rather than a Ford.
As wind and currents moved the ice around between the ore docks, the sounds of crunching echoed through the otherwise quiet bar.
The southernmost houses in Gilman are seen through the pines on the right, near the tram stop.
Kate in the Atlas E, which is essentially a buried Atlas D. Above is the protective steel blast door.