It looks like this doorway was bricked up while the building behind it was still being used as a rail shop.
This is one of the more private rooms in the old section of the hospital. It likely only accommodated one patient.
The stock house tanks were long scrapped for their steel, but what remains gives a sense of what it looked like.
Is this a fence, or part of a bed frame?
A little welding art one crosses over near the windlass room.
Looking through the trestle toward the ghost town.
A creek has cut through the middle of the mine property, washing away the loose rock and eroding the foundations of the Concentrator. It’s pretty, though! It’s be belief, though I cannot prove it, that some of the water here originates from inside the now-buried Santiago Tunnel, which is no doubt flooded to a great extent.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
Storms and waves, focused by the Port of Wisconsin entry have focused the faces to tear-up these boards below.