Some guerilla art for passing drivers on I-94 East to enjoy. Artist unknown.
Looking to the chapel addition from the Chateau.
C’mon, guys. PIck up to trash.
The large domed rooms were surreal.
A creek has cut through the middle of the mine property, washing away the loose rock and eroding the foundations of the Concentrator. It’s pretty, though! It’s be belief, though I cannot prove it, that some of the water here originates from inside the now-buried Santiago Tunnel, which is no doubt flooded to a great extent.
A shallow creek traces Illinois Gulch toward the Chain O’ Mines mill. Ball mills are laid out in the sun.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
The bathtub fell into the basement, ala The Miller’s Tale. That’s right. Chaucer.