The many levels of catwalks make for a place where you can look from the ground floor to the roof, about 4 stories up.
One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
A typical room in Birtle.
Limits on personnel and explosives allowed in the building at the same time.
The old gate sign, leaned against one of the terminal elevators.
The UP gets a lot of snow, making exploring its old mines a special challenge in the winter. The snow is more than 6 feet deep in this picture, and firm enough to walk on.
The vibrant colors clashed with the silent hotel.
We know what the ladies’ favorite treats were! Found holding parts on a repair cart.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.