The old crane swung on windier days over the Worthington Steam Pump. This is probably last used to disassemble the antique generators, which are all now gone.
They left and took their God with ’em. Doesn’t feel too empty without ‘im, though.
In the nitrating house.
Serve [unknown] Build… What do you think the middle says? Tell me in the comments.
I made this picture to give the reader a sense of the slope between the mine buildings and the base of the concentrator. The whole area was really steep, and sometimes required scrambling to get up and down the Picayune Gulch for short distances.
The women’s ward had a player piano in it, likely a donation.
Part of the unremodeled hospital, above the Service Building, where employees would stay sometimes.
I wonder when fluorescent lighting was added.
I couldn’t help but include this ghost sign for a demolished motel…