No ambiguity here… miners, check in at this office.
Many of the higher floors were more or less demolished–usually more. These would have been condos had ‘The Arcade’ project come to fruition. Now there are simply wide open floors punctuated only by pillars and meaningless hallways.
The first step of the filtering process is being spun through this tube.
An automatically closing door, in case of fire or flood in the engine compartment.
The last trace of Mitchell, Minnesota is a pile of cans on the side of the main street, Mitchell Avenue. These will be recognizable for another century or so, for future history-minded explorers.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.
Hunter climbing up to the coal tower.
Looking through the center of a scrapped generator, its copper long scrapped.
On the National Mine property are two shafts, both serving the same workings. This one seems to have gotten some upgrades in the 1960s, judging from the condition of the metal.