Taken several years before the tornado story when the weather, and the condition of the buildings, were nice.
All electrical rooms were surrounded by walls, for obvious reasons. Now all the walls are gone, for reasons less obvious.
San Luis may not be a ghost town, but it’s aspiring by all indications. Luckily, it’s close enough to Cuba, NM to hang onto life, unlike the other ghost towns down the road.
The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.
A sizable crane on the corner of the engine house still swings out.
Ava near the Memorial Building. The block glass embedded in the sidewalk here is actually a skylight for the tunnel below, which connects the Memorial Building to the steam and supply systems of the hospital.
A typical summer storm on Lake Superior.
The porch of the Gustavson House with the southern San Juan range in the background. Bring your own rocking chair…