A heavy cloth separates the sanding station from other areas. This particular section seemed to specialize with chair seats, judging by the many unsanded blanks there.
Found in one of the rooms that hosted an inpatient chemical dependency unit in its later years. Connect the dots yourself.
A small machine shop level.
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.
Looking down the walkway that traces the bottom side of the ore dock.
I wonder if these windows were bricked after the 1950 explosion with the hopes that, if another silos blew, the people in this office would be better protected.
The bottom area of the smokestacks house storage spaces. The windows of these rooms that were never completed line up perfect.
Furnace #7, as seen from #6’s catwalks. Cue morning fog.
The long control room overlooks giant caps where equipment was removed long ago.