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.
The sidewalks are littered with rocks.
Devan setting up his 4×5 camera.
Looking from the shaft room into the room where an electric hoist would be.
A view of the hallway outside of the auditorium.
Looking up at the network of elevators at the Saskatchewan Wheat Pool. Its train shed doors stand open under the void where conveyors should be. You can see where they used to connect on the left and right. The outside of the building is covered in racist graffiti.
I couldn’t help but include this ghost sign for a demolished motel…
Beautiful belt wheels above the grain cribs. Getting to the spot where this was taken is now impossible, and I don’t know whether these remain or not anymore.
This gives you a sense for what it looks like to stand on the roof of the main production building at sunset.