Frankie on the White Pine Mine vehicle access shaft. The mine was traditional inside… all room-and-pillar.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
Inside this small iron clad mine is a couch and some clothes. It seems that for a short while, someone was living inside of it…
Looking through the washer that is the first stop for the dredgings.
Almost all of the doors and windows on the ground floor have been boarded, leaving the ground level very dark.
Steam pipes snake up the walls like vines, but with asbestos.
“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.” ― Emily Dickinson
Near the base of the mesa is a modern house, which seems to be a ranch of some sort. What a fantastic spot to live, but for the fact every rainstorm floods the arryos, muddy ditches at the bottom of gullies, making it impossible to travel.
The only good shot I have of the top of Battery A, in the upper left. Though it seemed to have been disused before its neighbor it had a lot less growth on it.