Part of the Laundry Building with an ugly archway between rooms. Note that even this building had a nurse’s station with shatterproof windows. Laundry was done by supervised patients as part of their Occupational Therapy and the staff took no chances.
In some places in the mine shops, you can still make out narrow gauge track in the floors.
The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.
Inside the pilot copper concentrator.
One of the ugly modern staircases.
In the basement were all the valves to control the flow of municipal steam through the building. This hasty hand letting was beside one such valve, near a carved brick with a name and ‘1934’ under it.
A big sign marks where the elevated walkway is severed where Dock 2 used to meet Dock 3, now gone.
Sour mash had to be fermented before being used for whiskey making. Nearly all bourbon uses it.
From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.