A strange arcade machine in the basement.
Lined concrete vats in the basement of the asylum for fermenting pickles, presumable because the brine-vinegar solution was too harsh in a time before stainless steel.
A light-painted portrait of one of the few remaining carts that moved everything from fresh eggs to soiled laundry through the tunnels.
Looking down range. You can tell where most of the rounds hit by the dark marks in the wall.
Smashed TVs and stone foundations in a former common room in the basement.
Holes were cut into the floor to extract equipment from the basements. it was interesting to see the I-beams extending through all the levels of Studebaker.
Below the factory floor is a network of hallways and tunnels, all flooded with water.
Looking into the tunnel system from below the Women’s Ward. The tunnels were used mostly by staff to move food and laundry.
Gloves hang in the basement of the former quality assurance labs.
The bottom of the elevator which seemed too modern for the building. The top of the elevator opens into open air, as the second floor has long since collapsed.
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.
Days after the long-flooded basement was pumped out. Note the water lines!
Records of ore samples, mostly ruined by the water flowing into the space.
One basement room has a pile of x-rays of miners, taken and stored by the company.
A snapshot of the most preserved classroom in the orphanage.
The basements of the barracks were often stone and brick, and many of them were connected by short tunnels.
A score keeping chalkboard underground in the armory’s firing range.
Beds line a basement room that is part way between the concepts of inside and outside. Boards and bricks were falling while I was photographing it—stay out.