While the maps name this the compressor house, I believe, based on its size and number of heavy machine mounts, that it also housed the pumps to drain the mine.
The roof compromised, rain water rolls down the main stairway.
Kate in the Atlas E, which is essentially a buried Atlas D. Above is the protective steel blast door.
Hiking into the ghost town with enough gear to live there for a few days, if we wanted.
2006. A section of the third floor that has changed a lot over the years. Compare to 2015 shot.
The doorframes become more askew every year as the buildings slip downward into the gulch at different rates. This seems to be the part of the mine ruins where transients leave their marks. The graffiti dated back to the 1970s, at least.
A Merrill Piano from Boston, in the Recreation Room of the Front Dorm.
This big rusty sphere hides behind the incomplete 5-stack.
The flour mill (rear) and its elevators. The taller elevator was moved here in 1955, when the Harrisons bought it from Federal, who declared it surplus. The smaller elevator replaced an earlier smaller warehouse in 1926. Taken shortly after dawn. This one picture made the drive worth it, for me. Medium Format.