The shaft house, where hydraulic steel doors allowed or denied entry into the mine shaft. Overhead is a light and alarm. If it sounds, the mine is being evacuated, and you best not go in and best stay the hell out of the way. Locals dump tires here, now.
The bottom of the elevator which seemed too modern for the building. The top of the elevator opens into open air, as the second floor has long since collapsed.
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.
Looking out at the abandoned neighborhood around the house.
That floor isn’t dirt–it’s old rotting grain that’s formed into a sort of moldy mud.
A chalkboard halfway to the headhouse is untouched since the mill closed. It still has the cheat sheets!
I didn’t test the rungs, but I bet the view was incredible.