Early bird catches the shadow of Battle Mountain blaring across the ghost town.
When boiling beet juice accidentally spills from the gas-fired tanks two feet away, you better be wearing some of these, or bye-bye legs.
Looking out of the biggest cave into the shell of the burned brewery, almost 125 years after it was destroyed by fire.
Ducking the steam lines overhead between the mixers and compressors, a water tower says “good morning,” right past the slack power lines. This is the sleepy uptown of the war city.
Dr. Muchow’s offices stand near his ‘new’ mill, but they show evidence of vandalism.
Some sort of materials handling building, judging by the construction.
On the left you can see one of the later air shafts for the mine below, which allowed for natural air exchange with the main production areas of the coal mine. That is to say, there were no fans blowing fresh air down below.
Portraits of great men.
This was taken before the top of the docks really started to rot-out; now this stretch past the crane is distinctly unsafe to cross. Still, you can’t beat the view of Dock #2 winding into the distance, where the approach is chopped-off before the yard used to extend.