The green-tinted skylight makes this a bright green corridor, the lower of the two skyways connecting the two workhouses.
The steel sea leg is so heavy it requires a huge counterweight that travels the height of the elevator.
A creek has cut through the middle of the mine property, washing away the loose rock and eroding the foundations of the Concentrator. It’s pretty, though! It’s be belief, though I cannot prove it, that some of the water here originates from inside the now-buried Santiago Tunnel, which is no doubt flooded to a great extent.
Disabled forklift… I think it’s a Clark.
Prize Mine has been the victim of erosion. Its north wall is pushed in by rockfall and its south side is far from ground level.
A long exposure under the trestle-like approach to the dock, under which trains still pass regularly.
I did not take the escape ladder to the surface, but I am told it pops up in the middle of a hill next to the missile silo doors.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.