An elevator to bring big somethings into the basement, it seemed. Nearby were the plant firetrucks, still ready to go. I hope they were saved.
“Man has set for himself the goal of conquering the world but in the processes loses his soul.” Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, Russian writer and historian.
A rusting disconnect gangway. The smokestack is for a boiler, if I recall.
A common room with a big bay window that overlooked the main entrance of the hospital.
The back of the castle is barely visible through the trees that have grown thick around the walls, making it look so much older.
I can confirm the existence of the long-rumored Federal Rectangle Research Institute labs.
The aerial tram at the Mayflower Mill gives a sense of what the Gold Prince Mill in Animas Forks once looked like. Trams connected the mill to the mines around it without the need to negotiate trees, rivers, and rough terrain.
The rails that used to go to the back of the complex are long gone, but the ties are still in the back of the parking lot.
Looking at the last wall of the hotel from the banks of the river.