Since this picture was taken, the roof has totally collapsed in this area.
Trees like masks.
Looking toward Old Taylor Distillery from the roof of Old Crow.
The front of the mill reads “Montana Flour Mills Company”
A circular common room in one of the original parts of the hospital. When the asylum was especially crowded, this would be filled with patient beds, too. It’s very strange that this floor was not tiled like the other common rooms. It makes me wonder if especially dangerous patients were kept in this ward; those who could not be trusted to not extract and sharpen the ceramic tiles. Portra 160.
What looks to be a skip for repairing the dock, in the concrete steeple.
The inside of the hotel, as seen from inside its beer cave.
The last of four radar domes on the base.
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.