On the left is the broken glass room that contains the controls for the cable spool, now gone, that sat in the metal shell on the right. The stairs led down to the hoisting engine itself. You can make out the slits where the cable ran up to the headframe tower through the gaping archway.
No matter what environmental disasters industry throws at Mother Earth, she will bounce back.
Above my head while taking this picture was the seal of the Department of the Interior.
Regauging is the process wherein barrels are opened and the whiskey is tested in various ways, especially in its alcohol content.
It was obvious which parts of the hospital were the newest, by their relative utter self destruction. It’s comforting to the Cubical Dwellers, I think, to know that as soon as the power and plumbing are disconnected that all hell will break loose and dismantle their suspended ceilings, drywall boxes and fluorescent suns in no time at all.
The workshop and parts room was full of light and meticulously sorted bolts, nuts, washers, gaskets, and all sorts of specialty hardware.
The steam plant could be vertically traversed with this one-man belt driven elevator.
The Arcade itself, a predecessor of the indoor mall. Don’t you love those arches?
The old mill (right) and power plant (left) with the new mill behind them.