One basement room has a pile of x-rays of miners, taken and stored by the company.
Beds line a basement room that is part way between the concepts of inside and outside. Boards and bricks were falling while I was photographing it—stay out.
A strange arcade machine in the basement.
The basements of the barracks were often stone and brick, and many of them were connected by short tunnels.
The basement of the asylum was a strange place. Take, this fireplace, for instance, in an otherwise barren room. Random cinderblock (left) has created a little room behind the fireplace. To round out the strangeness, a toilet was plumbed into the middle of the space. Note the stone foundations.
They left and took their God with ’em. Doesn’t feel too empty without ‘im, though.
Holes were cut into the floor to extract equipment from the basements. it was interesting to see the I-beams extending through all the levels of Studebaker.
Lined concrete vats in the basement of the asylum for fermenting pickles, presumable because the brine-vinegar solution was too harsh in a time before stainless steel.
Days after the long-flooded basement was pumped out. Note the water lines!