Part of the 1917 mill that had a little bit of roof left over it–most of this building was open to the sky. The birds loved it, but everything metal was quickly becoming too unstable to walk on.
Looking into the main workhouse from the skyway into the annex elevator. But who care? Look at the colors!
2013. A perfect summer day meets a beautiful old roundhouse on the edge of town.
Books in nooks and not getting a look… about the crook with hooks that cooks.
Peeling paint reveals the room numbers of the past.
Where workers’ pay would be doled out and collected.
The sidewalks are littered with rocks.
Looking into the Argo Tunnel at its Idaho Springs portal. I was hoping to see tracks and a steel door, but found a busy crew of environmental workers installing a pipe between the bulkhead and new water plant.