Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
A big sliding fire door opens onto a train dock.
The railing were jealous of both the bricks and bits, and chose instead to dissolve like this.
A closeup of one of the winding machines that found itself under a leaky section of roof.
Connecting the Administration Building to the wards fanning out. Historical photos show cots lining this hallway when the hospital was severely overcrowded. Lit by lightning outside the grounds during a huge thunderstorm.
The coal extractor swings back and forth, ripping coal from the ground and throwing it on a conveyor belt to be burned a few miles away.
This dirt-brick building hasn’t fared well.
I believe these hooks were meant for hanging filters to dry.
The cemetery for the old asylum is, sadly, largely unmarked. Only in recent years has there been a real effort to locate and identify the remains there.