One thing that struck me as a midwesterner in the South was the vines. They seem to be able to completely cover a building when left alone for a few decades.
Near the smokestack were these remains of older Clark buildings. When I visited, only one brick building still stood.
In this ghost town where there were brick, wooden, and dirt-brick buildings, the latter fared the best by far.
It seems logical that, at one time, a rock crusher was installed at the base of the mine rails shown here at the top of the Concentrator. Rocks small enough to fit between the rails would automatically bypass the crusher and continue to the work floor via the hopper below.
Inside the Beulah elevator were all of the original notices and notices. These are instructions for filling rail cars with flour sacks.
Looking out of the biggest cave into the shell of the burned brewery, almost 125 years after it was destroyed by fire.
A big door into the fire pump room.
The perimeter fence still holds strong, 50 years after it was put up.