The ruins of the the Hubert Mine over the ruins of Nevadaville. Its ore was taken through the town to a mill below it.
The vibrant colors clashed with the silent hotel.
A clicky-flippy clock is having some kind of malfunction.
The zebras had the right idea when they saw the pink beds–run.
One of the many small treasures hiding in the mill…
A 1960s style TV set in a sun room at the back of the poor house. The concrete room survived the roof collapse and was full of rotten children’s books and toys. Perhaps it was where donations were sorted, or perhaps it was a nursery/orphanage area.
Bricks from the demolished buildings.
In a protected wing of a launcher are these empty server racks where guidance and control computers were stored.
Gloves hang in the basement of the former quality assurance labs.