Circa-1960s graffiti. Someone got their ass kicked.
An interesting crane in the back of the machine shop. It seems very light duty, so I am not certain what it was used for.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
One of the few doors.
Park Insurance Agency is no longer in business, nor would you be able to dial that phone number.
Inside this small iron clad mine is a couch and some clothes. It seems that for a short while, someone was living inside of it…
Inside the main entrance to the depot. Through the ‘To Station’ door, you can see some of the news stands. Look at the floor!
The mostly-empty distilling room is easy to spot from the outside because of the distinctive round window.
These were some of the most attractive shops of all the mines in the area. It’s no wonder Hanna Mining wanted to use them as their center of operations in the Iron River district.