Looking from the shaft room into the room where an electric hoist would be.
Fall in line, act skinny, watch out for low hanging pipes. Don’t ask me where in the maze this was… 90% of the plant looked like this; vast rooms and catwalks with crisscrossing pipes and valves.
This roof hasn’t budged under the weight of snow, instead it just filters-through the light onto the floor.
Chris an his Nikon F2
The tailings boom is the first and last thing you see when approaching the mountaintop shipwreck.
This old Jetta did more offroading than your average lifted tinted loud-exhaust pickup.
Hiking into the ghost town with enough gear to live there for a few days, if we wanted.
Taking a midwinter hike in Cramer after a blizzard and ice storm was my idea. Do my friends seem upset to you?
Mamiya GA645 / Kodak Pro 400
Play on, Hunter. (Two keys worked on this thing.)
Kate stands on top of the tailings pile that added some usable land to the side of the gulch. Somewhere nearby is the buried Santiago Tunnel.
She’s a charmer.
Not ghosts. Slow-moving explorers’ shadows create a ghostly effect in the ‘Old Ward’–the second floor of the Service Building.
Prize Mine has been the victim of erosion. Its north wall is pushed in by rockfall and its south side is far from ground level.
Ava between ammo warehouses and railroads.
Colleen on the roof.
In the power house corner is this gratuitously gigantic doorway. It used to be even bigger, too, as indicated by the brick arch another foot over the top windows.
Now, to add a human scale.
He had the knees of a stallion. RIP.
These stairs were probably removed to discourage scrapping and graffiti. Ask me if it worked.
Aaron by the concentrator.
Kate shooting the cascade of rotten boards and steel siding that is Chain O’ Mines’ gold mill. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
Ryan, as seen from the crane ladder.
We people are so small.
One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.
A natural stone floor in Brewery Creek’s upper path has been worn smooth.
Below the historic National Guard Armory.
How many buildings are in this pile of blocks? Not as many as there are piles, I can bet you.
From the loftily perspective of the crane cab, I thought about how nice it would have been to have been here when there was equipment to share the space. This begs the question, who took out the equipment?
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve been getting reports that several Yellow Helicopters have been seen hovering above town. We are all aware of the Black Helicopters, which are World Government, and Blue Helicopters, which are Secret Police, and the Helicopters with Detailed Murals of Diving Birds of Prey, which are the helicopters that took all the children in Night Vale away a few months ago (we still don’t know what those helicopters are but they did bring all the children back unharmed, and much more well-behaved than before, so they are deemed just as safe as the other helicopters) but these new Yellow Helicopters, no one quite knows.” – Welcome to Night Vale, Ep. 32
Jef throws open the back door of an alley for the trailing photographers and historians.
Hand-shooting 4×5 underground. Must be Kate Hunter.
Kate for scale. Powder that passed the floatation level was flowed over sluice tables, another mass-based way of separating gold. I’ve never seen so many of these in one place. Though it was a hardrock mine, it worked more like a placer mine.
The building in the foreground–the old control booth–was arsoned in 2009.
Sherman’s history is better than mine. You should read it on Abandoned Online.
The north side of the plant is modern 60s industrial architecture, meaning massive open spaces with no personality. This mirror is the most interesting thing I could find.
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.
Chicago looks in as we look out, for holes and trolls where anything goes.
David Aho pictured.
A view from the loft in the shipping/receiving building, where the crane operator would step into his cab.
A social club/restaurant that was likely the place to be late at night.
Fall fog swept up from the river valley, making the building look more like it felt–a ghost, out of time and place.
Kat dancing down the trestle, which is one of the highest in the state, standing about 100 feet over the road. Mamiya 6/Portra 160
…out of our depth.
Hunter climbing up to the coal tower.
She liked to joke that she was my “tripod sherpa”.
Construction lights were still plugged in from the last inspection. Note the murals on the walls.
Storms and waves, focused by the Port of Wisconsin entry have focused the faces to tear-up these boards below.
Hip bump girl.
This is the former air compressor house–one of them, at least–which turned steam power into air power to drive machinery across the production line.
Like looking out of an airship.
The rumors were true. Success is sweet.
Mark, as seen from the back of one of the caves, to give the reader a sense of scale.
“See anything?” “No, just more of it.” “How much to go?” “Oh god–we’ve only seen about 10%.” “Guess we should keep moving then…”
Sarah in Miller Creek Drain.
The conveyorway between the on-site grain elevator and mill.
The Algosteel crew strikes a pose while heading through Superior Entry toward Allouez
Where the drain changes shape from round concrete to arched brick.
From the summer a bunch of Australians visited Minnesota.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
Often the quickest way to move between buildings was to take the roof. The inside of the complex was so maze-like, I don’t know how I would have found my way around.
Raab strolling where the coal and ore would be dumped by trains that traveled along the top of the concrete pilings.
If you look close you can see a figure on the water tower.
Hunter and the Hoist House.
I liked the color of her hair against the rusty rock house and blue winter sky.
Kate in the crow’s next… very shaky by the time she got to it.
Past the underground repair shop is this cliffside adit.
A self portrait from more than a decade ago.
Frankie and Quarantine pictured.
New friends met at the exploring expo.
Devan setting up his 4×5 camera.
Sarah below Cascade Park. This space was destroyed when the park flooded.
As my friend Jonathan would say, “on a human scale.”
A gateway for St. Louis as seen through a gateway (of sorts) in East St. Louis.
A self portrait, from the early 2000s.
Shadows of the rusty trestle and cold control towers on the Barker. Workers are preparing to swing over the sides of the boat to help secure her to the Minnesota Power dock.
David Aho, the owner of Mitchell Engine House, poses beside the boiler.
Do you like Hunter’s tattoo?
At an abandoned train repair shop.
Ava on an upper catwalk.
A self portrait on a tire swing outside the Service Building.
Even with a hundred people parked in front of the lakeside relic, it was invisible.
On my first visit to the roundhouse, the control booth was extant.
Model: Ryan. On the second floor between wooden joists and massive, inert lighting is simply nothing but warped wood, stained with crane grease.
Four A.M. was the best time to be on the main assembly line. This was about shortly after most of the machinery was removed.
A nice view of Hamilton from the roof of the theater.
Kate in the Atlas E, which is essentially a buried Atlas D. Above is the protective steel blast door.
I wonder what this guy is thinking, walking through the complex.
Some of the earlier buildings were dressed up with brick facades.
Two versions of Detroit. One where buildings stand tall and proud, and one where they wilt under the sun. It’s an amazing juxtaposition.
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.
Elsie finds her makeup brush across the hospital in the middle of the hallway. How did it get there?
My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.
A long tunnel stretches toward the Mississippi. Was this the route Model Ts took on their way to waiting barges?
Worm in the path of raw ore where it would be dumped from rock cars into the silo below.
In this photo you see three lives of Lyric: 1.) The Art Deco murals showing the Vaudeville background; 2.) The suspended ceiling put in when the building was converted for film; 3.) The explorers, photographers and others who worked in and on the building before its final demolition.
Would you wait and risk getting flooded out, or intentionally get minor burns?
“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” said the ground. “I know,” I replied.
Kat’s pretty cool.
Looking into the Argo Tunnel at its Idaho Springs portal. I was hoping to see tracks and a steel door, but found a busy crew of environmental workers installing a pipe between the bulkhead and new water plant.
A panorama of the Shipping/Receiving building on the northeast end of the block. In the old days this would be facing the ‘Dry Dock Hotel’, a boarding house owned by the company, presumably for the use of the men having their boats repaired here.
Miller Creek, in one of the wider sections that features a trout (as in the fish) canal in the middle of the drain. Even though it is underground, the fish are able to visit their breeding ponds upstream by swimming through the specially designed tunnel.
The Wheeler Rec Center was very nice and included gymnasiums and a pool.
Standing on the ruins of the burned Northern Pacific RR Freight House. It’s the best place to watch ships move around the harbor. Some things haven’t changed…
Rocket propellant and coolant were stored underground adjacent to the missile silo. This is the hallway that connects the missile area to the propellant area. Walking in this area was nice because the floor was dry.
The approach to Dock 4 is long demolished, so it is only accessible when the lake freezes.
My friends know that redheads are my greatest weakness.
The walkway to the end of the dock is elevated, so one walks above the trees and bushes growing in the rotting taconite pellets that have collected over the years.
Harris Machinery rests under snow on the left. Two explorers enjoy the view.
Looking up at the arch–the symbol of the original Lyric.
Some small candles light one of the few surviving tunnels that once linked buildings on the campus with the steam plant. In winter, it was common for patients to be transported through these to avoid the cold, and during the Cold War these served as nuclear fallout shelters.
There is a flipped tram car about a third of the way down the cliff.
The old movie theatre sign was sitting right inside the sealed front doors.
Frankie on the White Pine Mine vehicle access shaft. The mine was traditional inside… all room-and-pillar.
A small upper level was accessible via ladder through the hole in this ceiling. Ben for scale.
Coming to an inspirational poster near you… what should it read? ADVENTURE AWAITS? Don’t hang posters. Go outside.
A comrade lights-up where so many workers apparently congregated to do the same.
Blondes und bricks!
Another. Planet. Coal crushers and the coke loading line.
Standing on the fence barricade that used to keep squatters out of the tunnel, the size of the space is impressive. What you see here is the current length of the tunnel; I set up a flashlight at the end to illuminate the concrete wall that is the lower portal.
Will coming down “Darwin’s Ladder”.
Somewhere there was a hoe left on the ground. Given that we had read articles about photographers being mugged around the abandoned projects, we felt it wouldn’t hurt to carry this around. I am glad we did; it made a great musical drumstick against the warped Wheeler Rec Center floor.
The glow from the city is bright enough to read by.
The top of the headframe, and in a sense, the mine itself. This pulley carried the life line of the mine and the men in it.
2004. Machine Shop Loft.