This is one of the more private rooms in the old section of the hospital. It likely only accommodated one patient.
Two windows above the slate Grand Staircase reflect let a little blue sky skip off the black.
The dredge is divided into four levels. The top level has controls for the tailings boom and, when it was there, the bucket excavator.
The Peavey logo, before it rusted off and the offices were demolished.
There were three main stockhouses, two of which still exist, that are filled with tanks like these in addition to Fermentation. Each tank is the size of the city bus and few are left after the 2008-2009 scrapings.
The hike to the village is steep. This is looking into the valley from the halfway point.
If it wasn’t for the humming and crackling of the wires, I could believe I had arrived to a post apocalyptic landscape.
Watching the comings and goings of doctors, nurses and new patients was a mainstay of asylum routine; one can find it easy to imagine pale faces pressed against the block glass windows, staring out at the world moving past them.
While the maps name this the compressor house, I believe, based on its size and number of heavy machine mounts, that it also housed the pumps to drain the mine.