A washout two thirds of the way down the tram gave me a place to relax in the thin air.
A staircase leads behind three of the dock chutes, seemingly to nowhere. The lower on the left held one end of a string of lights above the dock.
Sleeping bags mark this former courtyard as a crash pad for the local homeless.
The railing were jealous of both the bricks and bits, and chose instead to dissolve like this.
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
I found a meth lab in this building once. (Yes, I called it in.)
A typical stretch of the assembly line.
A strange little staircase on the side of the orphanage puts the scale of the building in perspective. It’s big, by U.P. standards!
Above Treasure Mountain Mine is the capped shaft of the defunct San Juan Queen Mine. This is taken near that location, looking down the road that connects the mines to Animas Forks.