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 inside of the hotel, as seen from inside its beer cave.
Blending the explosive ingredients was dangerous. It is no wonder that the blending house had so many emergency slides.
Looking out toward Redore from the second floor of the workshop. This is why I love living in Minnesota.
The sidewalks are littered with rocks.
A different kind of tree fort.
In this photo you see three lives of Lyric: 1.) The Art Deco murals showing the Vaudeville background; 2.) The suspended ceiling put in when the building was converted for film; 3.) The explorers, photographers and others who worked in and on the building before its final demolition.
One of a pair of poles to hold the electric lines for the streetcars entering and exiting the tunnel.
The lower portal of the Selby Tunnel, as it looks today. The area is a popular spot for homeless to camp–can you spot the tent?