In the far back of the cellars there are some old bottles. This arch shows an old entrance to the cellars, now collapsed.
The original color of the wall was probably green.
This movable chute came off its rails.
Cages and hooks to dry wet miner clothes.
This ruined skyway looks like it should be at ground level because of the growth, but it’s actually the second floor of the building.
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.
Spare firebox bricks palleted on the second floor, is if it was going to be repaired.
A quick vertical panorama taken on my back at the sweet spot of a great summer sunset. On the skylight is the torch-cut catwalk that used to link the outside of the smokestacks that vented the cupolas.
Different doors for different vehicles, I would guess. White Pine Mine used tire-based vehicles, rather than track-based, making it pretty different than other mines I’ve been to.