Castle, Montana is a ghost town. Almost no signs remain that it was a mining town.
Spring melt flows down the rusty rock house. In the background is the frame for the shaft.
Although the floors are pretty warped, I can’t imagine one could do many tricks off of them.
The sun unzipped the clouds. Mist blew across the harbor.
The walls are separating on the adobe house…
A shuttered house at the end of the block doesn’t even have boards on it anymore.
Although it’s difficult to spot at first, there is a traveling mini crane down the way about the three windows. This was installed to service all of the fabrication machines that would be in this section.