From the door where mine carts were dumped into the Concentrator, the erosion around the former Santiago Tunnel on Treasure Mountain is obvious. The rails barely connect to the ground anymore.
The wings of the church had a lot more water damage than the rest. The organ on the balcony was in decent condition when I arrived.
Two bin signs criss-cross in the North Annex.
Behind the grand staircase is this beautifully preserved hallway with medieval-style arches and vivid paint.
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.
The inside of Whiting mine, as it looks today.
Graffiti by a crew member of the Algolake.
A high-ceilinged room where kegs would be delivered for cleaning, before they were refilled with fresh booze.