The old gate sign, leaned against one of the terminal elevators.
The workshop sat below the main working floor and had serious power going to it.
On my first self-guided tour, the calculator was caught my eye because it was one of the few things left behind in the laboratories that filled the second floor. On my next trip, it had been smashed to pieces.
The Engine House’s boiler, which would have been fired all day all day, virtually from the day the shop opened until the day it closed.
Colorado, the most miningest state in the union, seems to be pictured in this lunchroom mural.
I wonder if these handcarts will become decoration for the hotel being building next to the silos.
When boiling beet juice accidentally spills from the gas-fired tanks two feet away, you better be wearing some of these, or bye-bye legs.
Equipment that did not sell at auction.
These long curved corridors connected the wards. Locked doors on both of their ends were a security and comfort feature. Sounds and people would be sealed in their respective wards, as the hallways would act like beautiful airlocks; they were so long that it was unlikely that doors would be open on both sides at the same time. Portra 160.