The piano must have been a nice distraction; there is very little to do in Roberts.
This building looked like some sort of office.
Science Alert. When the sun strikes an object, that object absorbs some of the infared light in the form of heat. The heat absorbed by the old Soo dock absorbed and radiated that energy to melt off the snow from the ice around it, making it very reflective.
Looking through the dark door at Shaft 3, when my naked eyes could only make out a staircase lit dimly from above.
An open mine cars waits to be lowered back into Eagle Mine in front of the rust-locked modern mine shaft in the middle of Gilman.
San Luis may not be a ghost town, but it’s aspiring by all indications. Luckily, it’s close enough to Cuba, NM to hang onto life, unlike the other ghost towns down the road.
Looking to the chapel addition from the Chateau.
Before it was demolished, there was one good staircase the led to the middle of the dock. Trees grew from it.
The stonework was done by a local handyman of sorts, who was also a guard at a nearby insane asylum. He did a great job, it seems to me.