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.
Below the factory floor is a network of hallways and tunnels, all flooded with water.
Looking to the chapel addition from the Chateau.
The school (hospital) campus was expansive.
What looks to be a skip for repairing the dock, in the concrete steeple.
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.
I love this original brick archway, near the narrow gauge shop. Gorgeous!
Ringling’s church was built in 1914 and sits on a hill over the town.
At this junction where Brewery Creek gets a breath of fresh air stands a kid holding a paintbrush: a Banksy (famous graffiti artist) ripoff.