The playground used to be near the school which is now in ruins.
The city constructed a wall in the early 2000s to discourage visitors. Note the staircase is cut off, too.
A stencil instructs the first and third shifts to ask security for access. Security was out during all my visits, except one mishap where a strung-out local chased me with a truck. Having spent a decade exploring the U.P., I was not caught off guard.
One of my favorite images from my stay… Note the snowed-over road in the distance! This is looking toward Animas Forks.
Looking across the whole milling operation from its dedicated powerhouse stretching across Eagle River.
This building had the rusty remains of a few mattresses, likely used in the 1940s when this site was last occupied.
All electrical rooms were surrounded by walls, for obvious reasons. Now all the walls are gone, for reasons less obvious.
Trees like masks.
Old parts catalogs litter the floor. The office overlooks empty shelves. Graffiti glue peeling paint in place.