This “pit” would allow workers to crawl below locomotives to service them.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
The factory’s first aid room and laboratory. Sure makes me wonder how safe the lab was!
Upper Prize Street in Nevadaville earned the nickname ‘dogtown’ when a pack of dogs took over the abandoned houses.
A bunk room, minus the bunks.
The incinerator’s hardened steel door… useless, but still sexy in a heavy-industrial kind of way.
This building cleaned the barrels that transported ingredients through the plant.
I love this original brick archway, near the narrow gauge shop. Gorgeous!